Return to Ravnica [Open! Apply in OOC thread!]

[Valencetiger]

(OOC: Bwahaha, 100th Post is mine! )

[MasterMustang]

(OOC: Bwahaha, 100th Post is mine! )

(OOC: Don't make me arrest you for stealing the 100th post... lol jk)

[UnitP0N13]

"As much I'd like to do that, I plan on not getting arrested and or killed. And for the record, they may have the brains, but we have the guile to hide and stay hidden. You don't know what you can't see, and we thrive in darkness. Particularly me, as you may come to find, should we ever get into a scrap with the Boros." Malik spoke to Dawn before turning to Wrenchy.

"Like I said, with Boros on our rears, and we can't afford to take any risks. Having both of our men reduces the risk greatly. But now is not the time to bicker, let us depart." He turned to the portal, taking note of what Silver had said as he passed him by, walking into the ever-streching depths of the portal that lied ahead.

***

"Allow me to assisst." An unrecognized voice speaks, stretching out a muscular, furry arm to Silver, bathing itself in green embers of mana, the life-giving flame of green mana leaping from his arms to Silver's body, invigorating him and giving him extra strength than usual.

It was Ronnie, now in the body of a young adult, wearing an almost shaman like outfit: a ragged and tattered cloak and a mask sculpted from bone, a truly wicked masterpiece. The muscle bound werewolf carries his staff at his side, prepared to fight when necessary, with all of his training in magic and in combat. So this is why his fellow assassins were cowering from him. Even his brothers seems unnerved by his surpassing height. Yeesh.

[MasterMustang]

Unit... this is the OOC... lol ^^

[UnitP0N13]

((Wait, no it isn't, Mustang you silly pony! Good god, I was so embarrassed for a sec. Givin' me the vapors n stuff.))

[MasterMustang]

(OOC: Oh crap... I'm an idiot... )

[Kirby Krackle]

Norma blushes deeply as she's handed the new beverage. "Yes, my name is Norma Gene. No 'Doctor,' though. I was never interested in going that way." She shudders for a brief moment as she imagines if it were her leading the experiments. "Very pleased to meet you, Forest. I'm having an excellent time in your establishment. I feel the need to apologize for some of the rough-and-tumblers that have been coming in and out."

"Aw heck, what are you sorry for? It wasn't you I saw picking those fights, so don't you worry your pretty blue head. Besides, if some ponies get a little too rowdy and start breaking stuff, let's just say I have... security. Just sit back, enjoy yourself here and please! Come back often! Not to sound like a beggar or anything but this is to keep the bits flowing in until my farm is all fixed and my folks wake up." Fungus hoped that 'wake up' was a phrase he didn't have to explain. He didn't know this pony well and didn't know if he had to dance around the topic of necromancy.

[Ciraxis]

"Not to sound like a beggar or anything but this is to keep the bits flowing in until my farm is all fixed and my folks wake up." Fungus hoped that 'wake up' was a phrase he didn't have to explain. He didn't know this pony well and didn't know if he had to dance around the topic of necromancy.

Forest knew when this topic lead. He himself was fine with this life and death cycle - it was underestable. Still from time to time he liked to say to Fungus that the well indeed have to move forward, but wouldn't it be nice if it improve itself in each turn? In death or not?

But he too wasn't sure how Norma would react to such revelations, and Touch prefered to not scare her until he will get more info about his new cargiver. He decided too swich the topic.

"So...you want to be open all the time of the Festival? I wouldn't mind to join you. And do you got the presents? I myself got yours already."

Forest Touch smilied slightly. He was sure that Fungus will like the puppy.

"And what about you Norma? Do you bought yours too?"

[Kirby Krackle]

Fungus Amongus blinked once, only realizing now how little he had actually planned ahead. With his head in the dirt so often, how could he not foresee something as simple as business hours? One facehoof and one healthy sigh later, he started doing the math in his head.

"I figure I could, ah, stay open until morning? Cater to the graveyard shift? Then, ah, hang on hang on, nopony is drinking in the daytime hours, right? I can shut down for the day and restock. Prep more food and such. Reopen again at nightfall. I can sleep... uhm..."

Then came the topic of gift giving. He blinked again, having forgotten that as well. After all, all his time and effort (and bits) were being put into this. So he had an excuse, right? One sheepish grin later, he shrugged and offered to his friend, "Drinks are on the house for you tonight?"

[TortoiseShell]

"Oh, so it's true then? The Golgari can really come back to life after they die, and not just as spirits?" Norma perks up, this has always been a curious matter for her - and something she's wondered about with the Simic creations who pass on. "I am sorry for your loss though - at least in the meantime."

Norma looks taken aback for a moment as Forest addresses her again. Presents? What? "Um...no...I wasn't aware that presents were involved, as I have nobody to give them to anyway."

[Kirby Krackle]

Fungus's eyes brightened through that mess of dreadlocks he called a mane. His grin could be seen for miles. He loved talking about his Guild.

"Oh yes it is true! Absolutely! In fact, the Golgari have the highest population on Ravnica simply because we raise our dead! Not to brag, of course... But I mean, can you just imagine? There are ponies in Golgari who have witnessed the signing of the Guildpact! And our resurrections aren't complicated either! There is plenty of mana-rich soil in the Undercity for our Necromancers and they simply use the local plant matter and microorganisms to rebuild damaged tissue! My leg for example has cherry wood grafted to replace a lot of bone and-"

He continued on this practically rehearsed exposition for a good long while, smiling all the while and focused on nothing but the little blue mare who asked him but one simple question.

[Ciraxis]

"Oh, so it's true then? The Golgari can really come back to life after they die, and not just as spirits?"

"Oh yes, except they loose half the memories and senses. But they get never disappearing smile with the lack of lips so... Forest mumbled but Amongus almost literaly exploded with excitment. Unicorn just listened in that case... until he noticed other patrons.

"Fungus..." Touch tried to get attention of his friend. He was always like that...well to tell the truth Forest often too lost himself when giving lecture...so he knew first hoof the implications.

"Fuuuungus" unicorn tried again. With no success. Some cutomers started looking sick.

" For Paruns sake, Fungus!" he finaly did it, bringing Golgari back to reality he leaned towards him and whispered"Not. So. Loud. You realise that your customers come here to EAT?! And your juicy explanations made them green - and not with envy in your cooking skills I assure you. So I beg you Amongus, not so loud. I am immune for I heard that hundred times already but..." he turned his head at Norma.

"He's always like that but who can blame him? We all take great pride in our Guilds. For Amongus talking about corpses is natural. Just like for Izzet is their technogibble, Rakdos stabbing other for pleasure and for Grull...well being Grull. Heck our Simic experiments too must be disturbing for others." Forest sighted and took another sip of his 'coffe'.

"Drinks are on the house for you tonight?"

"You forgot. Again. But I guess that challenging my liver regenarative capabilities is fine too. But I warn you, I upgraded myself with troll genes so you gonna lose." Doctor commented the offer with a smirk on his face.

[Kirby Krackle]

"I will have you know, Doctor, that loss of cognitive function is only a problem if it was brain damage that was the cause of death", there was a faux-elitist tone in his voice. Time to get silly. "Besides, Lord Svogthos is just a head! So put that in your glass and drink it!" By 'it', Fungus meant the glass full of the Rakdos brew from earlier. Half the bottle was gone. He felt bad for that one officer. He also felt bad for himself, as he poured a second for himself. Drinking contests were never a good idea, but a challenge is a challenge. "I can always find myself new livers", he added with much bravado. And then, down the hatch.

[TortoiseShell]

Norma Gene's eyes were alight with excitement. "Thank you so much for the information, sir. I've always found the Golgari clan fascinating from a biological standpoint. They--I mean, you--don't care so much about improving things for the sake of science like us Simics, but the ideas are similar, I suppose. You bring back the ponies who are worth something to this world, while we try to create ponies who are worth it. Besides, the Golgarians...you don't consider any existing life to be worth less than any others, do you?" She adds this last question very softly, looking down at the table.

[Kirby Krackle]

"Sweet and sour Svogthos, it tastes like fire!" Or, to be more precise, it tasted like a violent mixture of dragon's blood, alchemist's fire and a puree of chili peppers and horseradish brought to a rolling boil and served on a rusty knife. Inside Fungus Amongus's mouth was suffering and his mind was no better. The buzz smacked into him awful quick and he was thankful that his wits were still with him. Best to call it quits after the one. And maybe it was the booze making him a bit more personal and a bit less verbose, but he lifted up the little mare's chin so his gaze could meet hers.

"No *hiccup* ma'am, every bit of life from *hiccup* the littlest mushroom to... *hiccup* Gosh, your eyes are pretty... oh heck, even Razia, deserves their fighting chance. And *hiccup* a second one at that. S'why we do what we do. Oh hayseed I need a glass of wa- *hiccup* water."

[TortoiseShell]

"Um...are you okay? Do you need help?"

[Kirby Krackle]

A quick run to the back of his bar gave him the wet whistle he needed. There was less fog in his head and less fire in his throat. Not quite fit as a fiddle but at least now he could do his job and carry on a conversation without falling over. He still had the hiccups, though.

"Just peachy, ma'am. I don't think I'll be drinking that... whatever it is again. *hiccup*"

Fungus made a quick run through of his guests, refilling drinks and collecting plates and the like before sitting back down with Norma. Her eyes were pretty. He knew they weren't natural by a long shot, but gosh, they were pretty.

[Ciraxis]

"Oh geez...he underestimated his drinking ability...Again!" Forest whined and looked at Norma "Last time we drinked like this he insisted that he will get the strand from Borborygmos beard....and he succeeded! Well with my little help, but he did it. We were chased by half of the Grull I belive most scary mo...." unicorn realised that he was digressing.

"Now look at you Amongus! I feel like cheater now. And you have enough for today...especially with that leg of yours. Here - let me help you." Doctor said. He stared to wash dishes and clean the floor...well THAT parts of the floor he could see over the shrooms.

[TortoiseShell]

Norma blushes as she catches Fungus looking into her eyes, though she isn't sure if he's admiring them or staring at them like a train wreck.

[Kirby Krackle]

"Oh geez...he underestimated his drinking ability...Again!" Forest whined and looked at Norma "Last time we drinked like this he insisted that he will get the strand from Borborygmos beard....and he succeeded! Well with my little help, but he did it. We were chased by half of the Grull I belive most scary mo...." unicorn realised that he was digressing.

"Now look at you Amongus! I feel like cheater now. And you have enough for today...especially with that leg of yours. Here - let me help you." Doctor said. He stared to wash dishes and clean the floor...well THAT parts of the floor he could see over the shrooms.

"Listen. *hiccup* I didn't underestimate my nuthin. I overestimated... whatever this stuff is." He flicked at the bottle of vile fluid to emphasize. "Which, I notice, you didn't take a hit of. Chicken. And! *hiccup* ...thanks for the help. A big head isn't going to get me anywhere in this business. Heck, I should probably be putting up a help wanted sign tomorrow."

He booted his friend away from the sink to at least take half the work load. It was only fair. And he couldn't help but but give the occasional glance to Norma. The big dope couldn't even make it inconspicuous.

[Ciraxis]

"I overestimated... whatever this stuff is." He flicked at the bottle of vile fluid to emphasize. "Which, I notice, you didn't take a hit of. Chicken."

"Hph. Easy for you to be brave when at worst you can expect to wake up a little more rotting, and little more smelly but barring this just fine" replied Touch in miffed tone "Besides, it's not cowardice. That's called tactical planning!"

"A big head isn't going to get me anywhere in this business."

"Sure, sure. Good luck counting the income. And with tax papers...wait a second..." Forest stopped for the moment.

"You did got the license in Azorius office, right? They have a cell nearby. By Paruns, please tell me you did."

[Kirby Krackle]

"Yes yes yes, I'm not that bad. Sheesh. I have my permits. My loan is Orzhov approved. Nice guy, too. Some pastor by the name of Melody Amber. Also, I know you're talking but all I'm hearing is", and then he started clucking like a chicken. Fungus even went so far as to flap around his forearms, really playing the fowl part.

[TortoiseShell]

Norma couldn't help but giggle, overhearing their conversation.

[Ciraxis]

"Also, I know you're talking but all I'm hearing is", and then he started clucking like a chicken. Fungus even went so far as to flap around his forearms, really playing the fowl part.

Forest Touch frowned at the pantomime "Somepony really wants to get his bed turned into fur eating ooze...again. Ohh I remember the first time I did this. You have a nice shade of pink under there. Like a big, earth pony shaped sausage." unicorn chuckled at the memory "She was so amused at the sight that..." Forest giggle stopped like if it was cut by the knife. He turned his head slightly to the side, apparently ashamed "We should visit her more often. It was so long..." he turned around and lifted one of the glasses filled with liquor and swallowed all of it in one gulp. "It was my fault..."

[Kirby Krackle]

Down the hallway from Melody Amber's bedchambers was the overly dramatic and terribly cliché throwing opening of the lush velvet curtains. The sun's harsh rays flooded the master bedroom, blinding the fat louse that Melody Amber called Father, giving him one heck of a wake-up call. The maid guilty of this heinous act was, after a bit, getting a nasty chewing out: something about this being the third time this week and another thing about threats of docked wages.

If Melody Amber hadn't arranged the whole thing, he might have felt a twinge of remorse for the pretty (she sounded pretty, anyway) filly getting an ear full of foul language. Especially after today, it being the first mention of a suffering paycheck. But she need not worry. Her end of the bargain was giving the Louse as many bad mornings as possible, his being the promise of a hefty Hearth's Warming bonus. Besides, once the Louse was out the door, they both had a good laugh about the whole situation. Meanwhile, the Seminarian was waking up to the rich aromas of brewing black tea and blueberry scones fresh from the oven. Butter, cream and honey were off to the side. During breakfast, highlights from, as well as the entirety of the financial section of the morning paper were read to him. The murder investigation of Faith Wealth (His Great-uncle or something. Amber never kept track.) was still ongoing for a week now, one article mentioned. What was genuinely curious about this whole mess is the spirit of said Great-uncle hasn't manifested yet. But those were thoughts for a later time.

He was bathed and dressed shortly after. The dress robes in question he insisted on not being the finest in the closet. A little wear and tear wouldn't kill him. On his way down to the atrium of the family manor, he called for his thrulls, Asterix and Obelisk, as well as shooing away the staff that offered to escort him to work.

"[colour=#4b0082]Don't be such an alarmist, my dear. The boys know the route by now. I assure you that absolutely nothing bad will happen! Now then, I must be off![/colour]"

His keepers, more than a little worried, strapped on his collar (a golden Orzhov signet dangling from it like the bell of a cat) and gave the leash to Asterix, who clenched down on it dutifully. The master bowed to his servants, and they in turn, then off he and his two thrulls went. Despite his handicap, Melody Amber felt no fear walking down the streets of Ravnica. He wasn't alone. The commanding thuds made by Obelisk's powerful knuckles on the concrete as well as the occasional chattering of Asterix assured him he was protected. Besides, the day itself was beautiful and deserved appreciation. The warmth of the sun was welcoming, as was a breeze beginning to show itself. There was the chatter of the crowds, the beating of wings, the shouting of shopkeepers' sales pitches and absolutely nothing out of place. Certainly nothing could go wrong.

On the other hoof, the phrase 'nothing could go wrong' is only used to tempt fate. A nearby clock tower chimed noon. The three have been walking for an hour and a half. A leisurely commute to work should take no more than forty minutes.

"[colour=#4b0082]You two idiots have no idea where we are. Do you?[/colour]"