Three good friends sat at a table in a crowded tavern at night. One is a
gaoler, who is sitting silently and staring at his talons. The second is a
bogsneak who's pale green eyes scan the crowd, obviously looking for someone. The third is a
spiral who has put his top hat on the table next to him, and is fiddling with his drink, clearly not very interested in drinking it. The bogsneaks' eyes land on somebody coming in, a sanguine red mirror with blaring red eyes. She clears her throat to get her friends' attention, causing the gaoler and spiral to look up. "We've got company. I think we better leave out the back way..." The spiral says, picking up his top hat, his dark swirly blue eyes dead set on the mirror. The gaoler nodded with a slight grunt, and the three of them were off. Slipping out the back door one by one into the cold, dark night.
(You can hop in at any time, you can be somebody at the tavern, you can be out in the streets, whatever you choose! Also, I am subbed, so you don't need to ping me, but it's fine if you do.)
Three good friends sat at a table in a crowded tavern at night. One is a
gaoler, who is sitting silently and staring at his talons. The second is a
bogsneak who's pale green eyes scan the crowd, obviously looking for someone. The third is a
spiral who has put his top hat on the table next to him, and is fiddling with his drink, clearly not very interested in drinking it. The bogsneaks' eyes land on somebody coming in, a sanguine red mirror with blaring red eyes. She clears her throat to get her friends' attention, causing the gaoler and spiral to look up. "We've got company. I think we better leave out the back way..." The spiral says, picking up his top hat, his dark swirly blue eyes dead set on the mirror. The gaoler nodded with a slight grunt, and the three of them were off. Slipping out the back door one by one into the cold, dark night.
(You can hop in at any time, you can be somebody at the tavern, you can be out in the streets, whatever you choose! Also, I am subbed, so you don't need to ping me, but it's fine if you do.)
I might hop in in a little bit! Unfortunately I am busy right this second but-)
I might hop in in a little bit! Unfortunately I am busy right this second but-)
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[i](Jumping in since this looks like fun! I'll try to reply when I can. :D)[/i]
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[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77518193]Sable[/url] sighed as he pulled his sewing needle through the fabric he was working with, briefly leaning in closer to get a better look. This up-close examination didn't last long, however, as the needle was snatched from his grasp a second later. He watched in horror as the fabric began to bunch up before being snatched away as well.
"NO--!" Immediately his eyes trailed after his stolen work, only to realize the thread was caught on the back claw of an unknowing gaoler. "Hey!" He ran after the dragon much larger than him, realizing they weren't stopping. "Hey--!" He shouted after them again to no avail, but managed to gain a firm hold on the balled up dress.
...Only to elicit a panicked shriek as he was snatched away along with it. "I beg of you, stop a second! Stop! St-" The skydancer halted his now incessant screaming to narrowly dodge being concussed by what he could only assume was the back door of the tavern he had been peacefully sitting in moments ago. "[i]Stoppp![/i]"
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(Jumping in since this looks like fun! I'll try to reply when I can. :D)
Sable sighed as he pulled his sewing needle through the fabric he was working with, briefly leaning in closer to get a better look. This up-close examination didn't last long, however, as the needle was snatched from his grasp a second later. He watched in horror as the fabric began to bunch up before being snatched away as well.
"NO--!" Immediately his eyes trailed after his stolen work, only to realize the thread was caught on the back claw of an unknowing gaoler. "Hey!" He ran after the dragon much larger than him, realizing they weren't stopping. "Hey--!" He shouted after them again to no avail, but managed to gain a firm hold on the balled up dress.
...Only to elicit a panicked shriek as he was snatched away along with it. "I beg of you, stop a second! Stop! St-" The skydancer halted his now incessant screaming to narrowly dodge being concussed by what he could only assume was the back door of the tavern he had been peacefully sitting in moments ago. "
Stoppp!"
(Also, no need to ping me! I'm subbed!)
Patchwork, Almandite, and Transmission continued walking, until Almandite noticed something that looked like thread caught on Transmissions' back claw. "Hold up a second mission." Patchwork and Transmission both stop, and Almandite cuts the thread to get it off. The the trio were back on their way, oblivious about the skydancer that was dragged with the thread.
Patchwork, Almandite, and Transmission continued walking, until Almandite noticed something that looked like thread caught on Transmissions' back claw. "Hold up a second mission." Patchwork and Transmission both stop, and Almandite cuts the thread to get it off. The the trio were back on their way, oblivious about the skydancer that was dragged with the thread.
Suddenly, the impromptu procession of bunched up fabric and bewildered tailor came to a halt, causing Sable to awkwardly flop over himself before rolling to an eventual stop.
Shakily he picked himself up off the ground and looked at what was left of his work in his hands. Horror rose in him yet again and he screamed.
"OH SWEET HEAVENS!" He examined the shabby remains of the dress closer this time before muttering to himself with a laugh, "She's going to have my head."
Just as the skydancer began lamenting how relatively uneventful his life had been, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. The gaoler.
"You!" he hissed. "Come back here!" Only through a brief moment of flight was Sable able to catch up with trio, but eventually he landed a few paces infront of them.
"Look!" he cried, holding up to shredded dress. "Look at what you and your outrageously large claws have done to my work!"
His tattered feathers puffed up as he continued, "Look at what you've done to me! Why, my-- my client might as well--" His words fell into an alarmed, furious ramble as he paced back and forth, occasionally shaking the dress up at the gaoler to emphasize the point he was making.
(Sorry if it's a tad long! Don't worry about matching me or anything, I write a lot sometimes. :) )
Suddenly, the impromptu procession of bunched up fabric and bewildered tailor came to a halt, causing Sable to awkwardly flop over himself before rolling to an eventual stop.
Shakily he picked himself up off the ground and looked at what was left of his work in his hands. Horror rose in him yet again and he screamed.
"OH SWEET HEAVENS!" He examined the shabby remains of the dress closer this time before muttering to himself with a laugh, "She's going to have my head."
Just as the skydancer began lamenting how relatively uneventful his life had been, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. The gaoler.
"You!" he hissed. "Come back here!" Only through a brief moment of flight was Sable able to catch up with trio, but eventually he landed a few paces infront of them.
"Look!" he cried, holding up to shredded dress. "Look at what you and your outrageously large claws have done to my work!"
His tattered feathers puffed up as he continued, "Look at what you've done to me! Why, my-- my client might as well--" His words fell into an alarmed, furious ramble as he paced back and forth, occasionally shaking the dress up at the gaoler to emphasize the point he was making.
(Sorry if it's a tad long! Don't worry about matching me or anything, I write a lot sometimes. :) )
Transmission grunted as he listened to the skydancer ramble on about the ruined dress. He was taking it surprisingly well, unlike Almandite. Her fins laid back in aggrevation. "Almond...calm down please...." Patchwork mutters to her. Transmission speaks up. "Listen I'm sor-" Almandite starting to loose her temper, snaps at the skydancer. "HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOUR PRECIOUS THREAD WAS CAUGHT ON OUR FRIENDS' TALON? HM? ANSWER ME THAT! WE HAD TO LEAVE IN A HURRY PAL!" Patchwork panics and grabs Almandite, holding the bogsneak back and covering her mouth. He sighs. "Listen we're sorry about the dress. Um...we can pay it back. Full price." says Patchwork.
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Transmission grunted as he listened to the skydancer ramble on about the ruined dress. He was taking it surprisingly well, unlike Almandite. Her fins laid back in aggrevation. "Almond...calm down please...." Patchwork mutters to her. Transmission speaks up. "Listen I'm sor-" Almandite starting to loose her temper, snaps at the skydancer. "HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOUR PRECIOUS THREAD WAS CAUGHT ON OUR FRIENDS' TALON? HM? ANSWER ME THAT! WE HAD TO LEAVE IN A HURRY PAL!" Patchwork panics and grabs Almandite, holding the bogsneak back and covering her mouth. He sighs. "Listen we're sorry about the dress. Um...we can pay it back. Full price." says Patchwork.
(I apologize for any late replies I may do)
