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

[Cluckcluck1215]

A confused look crossed over Kevin’s face, unaware he spoke anything but English. He knew he sometimes mixed up languages, but he was sure he got it right this time.
He mentally reviewed what he said, in an attempt to find out what was in Russian. Chestno, that makes sense.
Oh, chestno. Honestly.
He shook his head, giving Blair an apologetic look. “Sorry, my English isn’t good.” He said. As she asked what language he spoke, he took a moment to gather his words, taking extra caution to only use English. “Russian. I’m from Russia,” he answered, as if it wasn’t obvious from his broken English and heavy accent.
“I’ve heard you speaking to your dog in something that doesn’t sound like English. She’s multilingual?”

"Don't worry about it. I think Russian's a cool language, I've just never had the time to learn it." Blair reassured him, shrugging slightly. At the mention of her dog, she glanced over her shoulder, finding the border collie weaving around Kipp and Take, clearly excited with the adventure. She looked back at Kevin, nodding. "Yep. A lot of her commands are in English, but she was raised with a lot of people who spoke French, so some commands are in French. I just never retrained her with commands in all one language, because I'm fluent in both of them so it didn't make too much of a difference."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"Don't worry about it. I think Russian's a cool language, I've just never had the time to learn it." Blair reassured him, shrugging slightly. At the mention of her dog, she glanced over her shoulder, finding the border collie weaving around Kipp and Take, clearly excited with the adventure. She looked back at Kevin, nodding. "Yep. A lot of her commands are in English, but she was raised with a lot of people who spoke French, so some commands are in French. I just never retrained her with commands in all one language, because I'm fluent in both of them so it didn't make too much of a difference."

“Wow. Very impressive,” Kevin said, giving an approving nod down at Kit. “I considered taking French when I was younger, but I. . . I met someone, and so I started taking Romanian instead.” His hand unconsciously moved back up to his necklace as he looked down at the dog. “What’s her name?” He asked. He was sure Blair had said it before, but he didn’t remember it.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

The cascading rocks behind him told him Take was following. Kipp smiled to himself knowing he probably had some kind of comeback.

He gulped a frantic breath as a hand wrapped around his chin forcing his face up. He struggled against it, twisting and pulling at its arms to try to get it off. Take's triumphant laughter broke though his panic, it wasn't a we-sa that had grabbed him, it was Take. His panic quickly turned to annoyance, both at Take for managing to scare him, and himself for not being able to get out of Take's hold. “What’d you say? You wanted to smell my armpits?”

"Agh, get off!" He yelled twisting himself around in a circle and ducking out of his grip. Kipp scowled up at Take's proud grin. “Looks like you really need a bath now.”

"Yeah." He said dryly, trying to smile. He knew Take was just playing around. He'd been the one to start it. He had no right to get angry about it. Or what ever this was. He wrapped his hands around his elbows and turned to keep walking. Pulling his wings forward around his arms protectively. He hoped Take would just think he was cold, and not realize how badly he'd freaked him out.

(Ehh good enough I guess. I'm go bed. )

(Sorry for late reply)
Take held a smug grin after messing with Kipp and glanced around at the others around him. They all seemed to be interested in keeping themselves warm in the last stretch of their trek. He was lucky to be his own thermal. He also picked up some bits and pieces of Blair’s and Kevin’s conversation about his and Blair’s relationship, but when Kit slowed to join him and Kipp, he gave the border collie his attention. Take leaned down and patted Kits flank then ruffled her fur playfully, “Hey Kit” he greeted warmly.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

“Wow. Very impressive,” Kevin said, giving an approving nod down at Kit. “I considered taking French when I was younger, but I. . . I met someone, and so I started taking Romanian instead.” His hand unconsciously moved back up to his necklace as he looked down at the dog. “What’s her name?” He asked. He was sure Blair had said it before, but he didn’t remember it.

(Im sorry I'm brain dead rn ;-
Blair saw his fingers toying with the ring on his necklace, but decided not to comment on it. "Her names Kit." She answered. "Not the most creative name. But it fit her."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(Sorry for late reply)
Take held a smug grin after messing with Kipp and glanced around at the others around him. They all seemed to be interested in keeping themselves warm in the last stretch of their trek. He was lucky to be his own thermal. He also picked up some bits and pieces of Blair’s and Kevin’s conversation about his and Blair’s relationship, but when Kit slowed to join him and Kipp, he gave the border collie his attention. Take leaned down and patted Kits flank then ruffled her fur playfully, “Hey Kit” he greeted warmly.

Kit gave a quiet bark in excitement, pleased someone was actually paying attention to her. Emma was being carried by Blair, and Blair was preoccupied in conversation with someone else. And Kit could not understand why Take wasn't with Blair, and she didn't like it. She licked his hand, and darted halfway between Blair and Take and looked back at him, tilting her head expectantly.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

(Im sorry I'm brain dead rn ;-
Blair saw his fingers toying with the ring on his necklace, but decided not to comment on it. "Her names Kit." She answered. "Not the most creative name. But it fit her."

(Don’t worry, that makes two of us. XD )
“Oh, Kit,” Kevin said, wiggling his fingers down at the dog. “You’re right, it suits her. Border collie?”

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(Don’t worry, that makes two of us. XD )
“Oh, Kit,” Kevin said, wiggling his fingers down at the dog. “You’re right, it suits her. Border collie?”

(heh, Kit is over with Kipp and Take, sorry XD)

"Yep. Purebred, too. Originally I want a mutt, but she happened to fall into my lap at the perfect time." Blair explained. She wouldn't change Kit for anything, though, because the dog was so intelligent, and even though she was hyper, she was the perfect dog for her.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

(heh, Kit is over with Kipp and Take, sorry XD)

"Yep. Purebred, too. Originally I want a mutt, but she happened to fall into my lap at the perfect time." Blair explained. She wouldn't change Kit for anything, though, because the dog was so intelligent, and even though she was hyper, she was the perfect dog for her.

(Aaaaand that’s why I should pay more attention. XD )
Kevin retracted his hand from when he totally didn’t wave at Kit. “She seems like a sweeth- sweetheart,” He said, catching himself mid Russian word. “How long have you had her?”

 

[Amer]

A dozen people in woolly leathers and armed with spears approached the group as they ascended the trail to the flat stone houses.
Cam stiffened with fear. With all of her adventures so far she had never yet been threatened by her fellow man. Would they skewer her without question?
A man who was not much taller than Korim appeared to be their spokesman. His pants had the wooly part on the outside for decoration. His skin tone fairly matched Korim’s, but without the blue cast.
“What are you strangers doing in our village?” he asked.
“We have come simply to ask for the service of your people,” Korim answered. He didn’t mention the fact that he also hoped for a bed and whatever hospitality that could be afforded in such an unfriendly-looking place.
He held out the unicorn horn.
“Is this still enough to pay for a guide?”
“You’re no longer welcome here, you know what your kind did to us,” the man replied.
Korim winced. I can’t be punished for something I didn’t do! “We have run out of provisions and we are defenseless. These are strangers from a land who had nothing to do with the quarrel between my nation and yours. It would be cruelty to leave them to die in the wilderness. Can you not see they can do nothing to you? They have children, that would impede them greatly. If you wish to punish someone, punish me instead!” A weird, sudden surge of bravery and protectiveness rose within Korim, though he really hoped he wasn’t about to be sacrificed for these strangers’ sakes.
“That’s a lot of pretty words from someone the height of many women,” the man who was not much taller than Korim said. You’re one to talk fluffy-pants, thought Korim. It seemed like dudes used every inch against you sometimes.
But the man’s crows-feet wrinkled as he studied the group. He hadn’t noticed they were any different from “Korim’s kind” because he really didn’t know about Borealan fashion, as the Rugæ had lived isolated from society for a number of years. But as he looked at them, he did realize they looked a bit odd, and he felt somewhat willing to help them, at least until he found out what he wished to know about them. “If these strangers need my help, why do they need you to speak for them? And what is a little man doing in your group?”
(Yeah I just realized this rping is going to be a bit one-sided for a bit.)

 

[Rose Quartz]

A dozen people in woolly leathers and armed with spears approached the group as they ascended the trail to the flat stone houses.
Cam stiffened with fear. With all of her adventures so far she had never yet been threatened by her fellow man. Would they skewer her without question?
A man who was not much taller than Korim appeared to be their spokesman. His pants had the wooly part on the outside for decoration. His skin tone fairly matched Korim’s, but without the blue cast.
“What are you strangers doing in our village?” he asked.
“We have come simply to ask for the service of your people,” Korim answered. He didn’t mention the fact that he also hoped for a bed and whatever hospitality that could be afforded in such an unfriendly-looking place.
He held out the unicorn horn.
“Is this still enough to pay for a guide?”
“You’re no longer welcome here, you know what your kind did to us,” the man replied.
Korim winced. I can’t be punished for something I didn’t do! “We have run out of provisions and we are defenseless. These are strangers from a land who had nothing to do with the quarrel between my nation and yours. It would be cruelty to leave them to die in the wilderness. Can you not see they can do nothing to you? They have children, that would impede them greatly. If you wish to punish someone, punish me instead!” A weird, sudden surge of bravery and protectiveness rose within Korim, though he really hoped he wasn’t about to be sacrificed for these strangers’ sakes.
“That’s a lot of pretty words from someone the height of many women,” the man who was not much taller than Korim said. You’re one to talk fluffy-pants, thought Korim. It seemed like dudes used every inch against you sometimes.
But the man’s crows-feet wrinkled as he studied the group. He hadn’t noticed they were any different from “Korim’s kind” because he really didn’t know about Borealan fashion, as the Rugæ had lived isolated from society for a number of years. But as he looked at them, he did realize they looked a bit odd, and he felt somewhat willing to help them, at least until he found out what he wished to know about them. “If these strangers need my help, why do they need you to speak for them? And what is a little man doing in your group?”
(Yeah I just realized this rping is going to be a bit one-sided for a bit.)

(I have a few native speakers. But not much real life time.)

Clone Korim stepped forward nodding at the older rugae man in greeting. "They don't speak Portsmouth, they need a translator."