The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Cluckcluck1215]

Hana snapped her eyes open when the girl yelled at her, just moments on the brink of sleep. She squinted at the digits she held up, trying to concentrate as her vision went in and out of focus, “Six.... no.. three, three.” she extended out her hand and grabbed Aella’s fingers. “Three” Hana didn’t feel like getting up at all, she could feel the back of her head throbbing and her limbs felt like noodles so she slumped there against the wall, occasionally letting her eyes drift towards Aella. “Fuji-chan, I’d be a horrible mother for you” she said, giving a short laugh. Since she didn’t know the girls name, she decided on one with great meaning, with the added chan suffix as she found Aella cute.

"Yes, three. Good." Aella didn't particularly understand some of the things Hana was saying, but ignored it. The feeling of Hana's hand wrapped around her's wasn't the greatest, but she didn't make a move to pull away. She situated herself to sit crossed legged in front of Hana. "And I'd be a horrible child. I just pushed you onto the ground and tried to set you on fire." Suddenly, that was ridiculously hilarious to her, erupting in a burst of giggles. Just as fast as they came, though, they stopped her gaze falling to where Hana had her hand around hers. "I don't think you'd be a horrible mother, though. At least you wouldn't abandon me on the side of the road as a baby. I don't think you would, anyway." She shrugged, having just enough alcohol in her system for her to let her guard down the slightest bit.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

While there weren’t any visible caves, there was a depression in the mountain that held tall rock formations that could easily conceal Blair while she turned. He quickly caught her before she completely collapsed to the ground and picked her up, keeping her fragile body close to his chest carefully. The sounds of her bones popping and snapping echoed into his ears, and tried to keep his face straight no matter how much it disturbed him. “I got you, I got you.” he reiterated over and over, “You’re strong Blair.” He carried her until they were completely surrounded by the rock formations before setting her body down carefully and remaining next to her.

At that point, Blair would have typically let the wolf take over. But Take's words were enough to ground her, even through the agonizing pain she felt when she was lifted from the ground, her nails digging into her cheek to keep herself as silent as possible. She clawed blindly for him when he set her down, her hand finding his, clutching onto him with an iron grip,
She could have sworn her body was on fire, every nerve alive as her back snapped concerningly loud, shifting. She was fighting it, as if she could stop the transformation by simply fighting the wolf out of her conciousness, something she had never really tried to do before. Yet, it only succeeded in it hurting worse. Eventually, she gave up trying to stay silent, pain winning against her willpower to not bring any attention to them, forcing herself away from Take.
And soon enough, there was no frail human girl sobbing hysterically for the pain to stop. There was only a wolf, far bigger then even the largest wolf, with a thick pelt off browns and blacks, and shards of golden sunlight for eyes. The wolf rose, shaking its massive frame before realizing it was free. It wasn't in the confines of the human cage. And there were scents of human.
Suddenly, its massive head swung around, its haunting gaze finding Take. Its lips drew back, revealing a set of lethally sharp teeth.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Ciro couldn't quite keep a grasp on what was happening.
There were drunks, and kids, and drunk kids.
And then there was the matter of how this offending mug yet remained in his grasp.
He'd been offered
way worse
than alcohol
but that didn't mean he was about to drink this.
Yet, it wouldn't leave his hand.
Every time he went to put it down, he was foiled.
By what? He couldn't tell you if you asked.
It was as if an aura of distraction had been wreathed around not the mug itself, but his perception of it, downplaying its toxic nature and sedating his intentions to discharge it. He just couldn't maintain a negative focus on it long enough to get rid of it.
He'd thought he'd made it when he impulsively summoned every fragment of diluted animosity in his body, hurled it all at the drink, which he then slammed down on the nearest surface, and made a dash for the exit...and the next thing he knew, he found himself ten feet away, bulk of the direwolf slung heavily onto his left side to compensate for the mug clutched possessively in his right hand, wondering why he wasn't having as much fun as everyone else...maybe if he just...lifted it a little higher...a little higher...now tip it just a bit...

He would've drank it if it weren't for his direwolf's wonderfully ill temper at being jostled.

Alright, enough.
Wolf, down.
Attention, pinpointed.
Mug, target.
NOW this was going to get serious.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

"Yes, three. Good." Aella didn't particularly understand some of the things Hana was saying, but ignored it. The feeling of Hana's hand wrapped around her's wasn't the greatest, but she didn't make a move to pull away. She situated herself to sit crossed legged in front of Hana. "And I'd be a horrible child. I just pushed you onto the ground and tried to set you on fire." Suddenly, that was ridiculously hilarious to her, erupting in a burst of giggles. Just as fast as they came, though, they stopped her gaze falling to where Hana had her hand around hers. "I don't think you'd be a horrible mother, though. At least you wouldn't abandon me on the side of the road as a baby. I don't think you would, anyway." She shrugged, having just enough alcohol in her system for her to let her guard down the slightest bit.

Hana simply laughed along with her when she bursted out giggling, having not understood what was so funny or what happened even though Aella explained it. She only caught the ‘fire’ part and definitely remembered the bright blinding light it gave off. Hana let out a gasp after definitely catching the ‘abandoning me on the side of the road as a baby’ “I would never do that to you!” she said jokingly, but her words were completely serious. She then started distractedly playing with the fingers on Aella’s hand and counted them in Japanese “One.. two.. three.. four..” although she stopped there and started drawing the kanji for ‘fire’ on the girls palm, “Fire” she said quietly as if she was talking to the element within Aella.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

At that point, Blair would have typically let the wolf take over. But Take's words were enough to ground her, even through the agonizing pain she felt when she was lifted from the ground, her nails digging into her cheek to keep herself as silent as possible. She clawed blindly for him when he set her down, her hand finding his, clutching onto him with an iron grip,
She could have sworn her body was on fire, every nerve alive as her back snapped concerningly loud, shifting. She was fighting it, as if she could stop the transformation by simply fighting the wolf out of her conciousness, something she had never really tried to do before. Yet, it only succeeded in it hurting worse. Eventually, she gave up trying to stay silent, pain winning against her willpower to not bring any attention to them, forcing herself away from Take.
And soon enough, there was no frail human girl sobbing hysterically for the pain to stop. There was only a wolf, far bigger then even the largest wolf, with a thick pelt off browns and blacks, and shards of golden sunlight for eyes. The wolf rose, shaking its massive frame before realizing it was free. It wasn't in the confines of the human cage. And there were scents of human.
Suddenly, its massive head swung around, its haunting gaze finding Take. Its lips drew back, revealing a set of lethally sharp teeth.

Take watched on as his girlfriend was stripped away from him and reconstructed into a massive wolf right before his eyes. This was only the second time he’d ever experienced her transformation, but it was never easy to hear Blair wailing out in pain and seeing her mental state torn apart. He slowly eased off the ground, keeping a level head as he kept his eyes glued on the wolf. Crap.. what did I do last time to get her back? He knew for a fact that Blair was still inside, and had to get her to come through. Right.. I’m that.. anchor thing.. like Damian said. Take kept his movements slow as she extended his hand out towards the wolf, “Hey, you remember me right? Blair? It’s me, Take.” his feet began sliding in the direction of the wolf to close up the space between them. “Come back to me already, I know you can.” he coaxed.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Korim lifted the tall girl off the bar counter and set her on the ground in the same position, waving a finger in her face. “No more drink for you,” he said. “You kids have no self control.”

Nat was not happy to be removed from her supply of alcohol, even though she couldn't tell you who was giving it to her at this point. The extent of individual identification she was doing at this point was colors. The main component of her server had been a nice, warm, empowering shade of moss. Which WAS most definitely a color.
But this sudden intruder? Blue with absolutely no hint of acceptable, enabling shades.
"I don't WANT--" She took a swing with the full intentions of punching some lights out. What she actually succeeded in doing was pitching herself a few feet and embracing a table.
"---bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue." She extended the latter syllable indefinitely and when her breath finally expired, she snorted.
Which was not any generically awkward, pathetically cute, oops-I-choked-on-my-tongue kind of snort.
No, this was a snort of straight-up porcine proportions.
She blinked a few times to express her self-satisfaction before refocusing on the offending blue.
"Hi," --just enough vocalization to pave an entrance for the main event and-- snorted again.

 

[Amer]

Nat was not happy to be removed from her supply of alcohol, even though she couldn't tell you who was giving it to her at this point. The extent of individual identification she was doing at this point was colors. The main component of her server had been a nice, warm, empowering shade of moss. Which WAS most definitely a color.
But this sudden intruder? Blue with absolutely no hint of acceptable, enabling shades.
"I don't WANT--" She took a swing with the full intentions of punching some lights out. What she actually succeeded in doing was pitching herself a few feet and embracing a table.
"---bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue." She extended the latter syllable indefinitely and when her breath finally expired, she snorted.
Which was not any generically awkward, pathetically cute, oops-I-choked-on-my-tongue kind of snort.
No, this was a snort of straight-up porcine proportions.
She blinked a few times to express her self-satisfaction before refocusing on the offending blue.
"Hi," --just enough vocalization to pave an entrance for the main event and-- snorted again.

Korim watched the entire exposition with fascination. A Borealan child learned early on how much was too much, and this young teen clearly had not. Has she never had ale before?
“Too bad. You’re having blue,” Korim said, even though even he couldn’t translate what it meant. He grabbed her waist and slung her over his shoulder, in the most gentlemanly way possible. “You’re going to bed, miss.”
He carried the loopy lady into a bedroom and carefully set her on one of the mattresses with her legs stretched out in front of her.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Korim watched the entire exposition with fascination. A Borealan child learned early on how much was too much, and this young teen clearly had not. Has she never had ale before?
“Too bad. You’re having blue,” Korim said, even though even he couldn’t translate what it meant. He grabbed her waist and slung her over his shoulder, in the most gentlemanly way possible. “You’re going to bed, miss.”
He carried the loopy lady into a bedroom and carefully set her on one of the mattresses with her legs stretched out in front of her.

Nat's narrative "wheeeeeeeeeee"ing was regularly interrupted by explosive snorts for her entire career of roleplaying as a sack of potatoes.
But then she realized that she had been removed from the hub of fun and somehow managed to grasp that the blue™ was her only ticket back to it.
"Whaddoooo I gotta do to--" Snort break, but this one was way more of a conciliatory hiccup than usual. "--take me back?"

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Hana simply laughed along with her when she bursted out giggling, having not understood what was so funny or what happened even though Aella explained it. She only caught the ‘fire’ part and definitely remembered the bright blinding light it gave off. Hana let out a gasp after definitely catching the ‘abandoning me on the side of the road as a baby’ “I would never do that to you!” she said jokingly, but her words were completely serious. She then started distractedly playing with the fingers on Aella’s hand and counted them in Japanese “One.. two.. three.. four..” although she stopped there and started drawing the kanji for ‘fire’ on the girls palm, “Fire” she said quietly as if she was talking to the element within Aella.

Aella tried to understand what Hana was saying when she started playing with her fingers, but it sounded like utter jibberish to her. "What are you saying?" She murmured. Although, when she started tracing lines on her palm, deliberate lines, not squiggles, it caught her attention, distracting her from Hana's strange words. "Fire," she responded, just as quietly, carefully pulling her hand away from Hana's. She lifted it, her lips twisting into a slight smile as fire crept through her skin, a little flame dancing on the palm of her hand. It was just enough to light up Hana's face further, casting shadows on her other features, making them appear much harsher then they were. "Pretty." She murmured, though with her gaze going between Hana and the fire, neither of them would ever really know if she was talking about Hana or the flame.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Take watched on as his girlfriend was stripped away from him and reconstructed into a massive wolf right before his eyes. This was only the second time he’d ever experienced her transformation, but it was never easy to hear Blair wailing out in pain and seeing her mental state torn apart. He slowly eased off the ground, keeping a level head as he kept his eyes glued on the wolf. Crap.. what did I do last time to get her back? He knew for a fact that Blair was still inside, and had to get her to come through. Right.. I’m that.. anchor thing.. like Damian said. Take kept his movements slow as she extended his hand out towards the wolf, “Hey, you remember me right? Blair? It’s me, Take.” his feet began sliding in the direction of the wolf to close up the space between them. “Come back to me already, I know you can.” he coaxed.

The wolf snarled, low and gutteral, a warning to the human that was approaching. How stupid he was to approach a wolf with such confidence, speaking a tongue it vaguely understood. Blair. Take.
A sharp, disgusted snort came from the creature as the human approached it, sliding forward. It's head lowered, it's chest heaving with heavy, snarling breaths as the hand approached it's face. It's muscles tensed, and it lunged at Take suddenly, barreling him down to the ground with it's weight. But when it got him to the ground, it found itself unable to snap at him or even claw him, and it was aware that Blair was attempting to come back into control. No. I get control, human. My turn.