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[Ana Sol Starris]

Spring 42nd, 513AV Safe Haven Hostel When one looked into their own reflection, what would that one person expect to see? Fame? Glory? Or perhaps a desire that transcended greed, maybe a revelation of ones self? Ana sloshed the contents of an ale, peering into the murky brown depths suspiciously before taking a sip. Normally she wouldn't have been drinking this swill but she was thirsty, and water was in low supply, so she had no other choice- sadly enough. That was one problem with Nyka she'd never be able to accept, the lack of resources being distributed, why were people not allowed to sell food? Cringing, the ale was disgusting, and weak, but strong enough for a lightweight to quickly become inebriated if they were not careful. Ana was a lightweight and she wouldn't forget that, she sighed with venomnous thoughts in mind. Though she had to admit the alcohol was helping dull the throbbing pain in her arm, so she supposed the ale wasn't all that terrible (until it had prooven its useful.) Did she have self control? Bah. If she didn't, she would be no better than the useless sobs hanging about, rather than downing the whole thing right away and getting smashed instantly, she took the alcohol slowly until any pain there might have been was but a memory. Lolling her head about, she looked around the Hostel, cheeks tinted red, a by product of her drink, and she wondered why she hadn't been doing this much sooner. Everything had a rosy colored tinting to it, bubbly, care free, sparkly and shiny, she could get use to this. It was when she saw a rather interesting sight moving about the floor, a dog, with some sort of cloth wrapped around it, the thief stared at it. "Teh' petch is that" she mumbled, taking another sip, and letting her gaze sweep across the room, had no one else noticed the strange mutt? She looked back down at the ale in her hand, had her mind been so addled she was seeing things now? That made her stomach flip a couple of times, disgusted, she set the tankard down on the table and took up her cane, moving towards the dog. Were animals allowed in the Hostel in the first place? Taking a few steps forwards, she found she stumbled a bit, but righted back up with a deep breath and continuing. When she was close enough she took the pointy end of her cane and decided to prod the strange mutt with it, just to see if it were real. "Oy oy oy" she said a little louder, feeling resistance, it was a real dog "whats' this mutt doing 'ere?"

[Ball]

42nd of Spring, 513AV

The dog cowered as the drunken lady came closer to him, he was just doing what his master and rider had asked of him, nothing more. The dog whimpered loudly as she proceeded to prod the poor mount, verifying that the mount was indeed a member of the canine family, however, the owner of said dog took offense in her actions. The next time the cane's tip got within range of prodding the dog, a single brown colored tentacle lashed out from underneath the rolled banner that sat upon the dog's rump.

It was like a snapping whip the tentacle was, a small cracking sound came from it as Ball forced it through the air, it's tip curling around the cane's tip and immediately yanking it forward. In the same fluid motion that Ball yanked the cane toward his being he pulled himself forward, dragging the cane closer to him and therefore putting his full five pound weigh on the cane's slender barrel.

“Nu. Hur.Ta. My.Daw.Guh.”['No hurt my dog.'] the quad-tentacled pycon bubbled in rage. “Yu. Wan.Ta.Me.Tu.Hur.Ta.Yu?” ['You want me to hurt you?'] The mouth of the pycon was pulled in a scowl of anger. Wrapping another of his four tentacles around the cane Ball proceeded to slowly pull the cane lower and lower, the end that came out from underneath his body sliding across the dog's rump towards the floor on the other side.

Unfortunately for Ana, this means she would have to release the cane and probably fall to her backside, stumble and then fall to her backside, or proceed to be dragged forward by the pycon squire until she was basically touching the floor with her nose.

[Ana Sol Starris]

When there was no answer and any patrons around had only looked up at her, dismissing her presence, and hurridly clearing the area, Ana simply decided to prod the mutt again with the end of the cane, thinking it was harmless enough of an action "c'mon mutt, lets get ya' out where ya-" she couldn'y finish the sentence fast enough. There was a sudden tug downwards that her center of balance swayed forwards with it, her head spun at the movement. Eyes lowered once more to a brown blob of a thing attached to the end of her cane by a tentacle, and then another, what was a slightly drunk Ana suppose to do, how was she suppose to act? Furrowing her eyes at the thing, she muttered unintelligbly and tryed pulling her cane away- it stayed where the thing had it in its clutch like vice of a tentacle. If thats what it was. A voice came out, sounded, but she wasn't sure if it was her head talking, or the brown blob, and whether or not it was speaking common at all. "Oyy..." she drew out, baffled by the thing, it kept putting weight on her cane. If the thing would not release her cane, then she would push it forwards since pulling hadn't worked in the first place. Why I oughta... Maybe that wasn't the best idea, because now despite what she had done, the sudden slack in tension between the two forces had caused her to stumble forwards on her already poor balance. Or maybe that was for the best? Metal sliced air and whizzed past in the same exact spot Ana's head had been mere moments before, a thunk as the knife hit an unplanned target, and a splash, as it was the tankard just a third of a way full of weak ale that had been hit by the knife. Of course none of that really mattered to Ana, her mind was slowed, and dulled, but she could still register the feeling of falling down and with her bum arm, it probably wasn't a good idea to fall on top of it. So she turned her body and fell on the side that wasn't already wrecked, next to the pup with the strange thing on top of it, hardly feeling a thing when she hit. "Are you a glutton for punishment, Ana?" Vysia's voice rang out, pulling the thief up by the back of her shirt and up righting her again. Ana mumbled to the monk, stopping mid way because she felt woozy, dazed, and not quite sure what was going on now "first you steal, and now you're breaking Hostel rules" Vysia didn't wait for Ana to respond, pulling and pushing the thief to look towards the knife embedded wooden tankard dripping on the floor "NO alcohol." Where had Ana's cane gone? The thief's head lolled, scanning the floor for it, only to be shaken back into looking up at Vysia and to the door as she was promptly being booted out for a small amount of time. "Git' to a pub, I will not tolerate your need to drink and cause a ruckus." Now where had that brown blob thing gone, Ana shuffled towards the door. "Can I at least have m' cane Vy-schaw...?" she questioned, and was shoved out the door to stumble back into the dust; rolling onto her back. Not long after, her cane ended up landing on top of her face, thrown by the orderly monk like it was a toy. "What the petch' now..?" That stupid brown blob, what was it with her and getting kicked out of places for the stupidest things, and reasons? Because of others.. ooco_o would Ball follow after to teach Ana a lesson? Otherwise this was a very short thread.

[Ball]

Ball wasn't dense, when the monk threw the knife at Ana, he and his fluffy companion slipped out of the tavern, he could see Ana through the doorway getting man-handled and then tossed out of the Inn, her cane following not far behind.

Once she was on her backside in the pathway the squired pycon left his puppy were it sat and waddled towards her with his tentacles, his mouth was in a frown and without a single word he took a single tentacle and allow it to snap in the air towards Ana.

The snap was loud, louder than the one he produced in the inn, the blow, even though it looks menacing and sounded it, it was actually weak. Then again, if it connected with Ana, she would quickly realize that Ball was using it to wrap himself around the location he connected with, if his tentacles allowed him to do so. If Ball landed at a spot on Ana's body that was too large for his tentacles to wrap around, the pycon would shift the tips of two of his tentacles into pincher like claws and grab hold of the flesh and clothes closest to him that was Ana.

[Ana Sol Starris]

Well this was just swell. Ana stayed where she was on the ground, feeling quite groggy and dizzy where she lay, the cane stayed where it was until Ana grasped it with her one good hand. Turning her body with a groan to get back up, and found that it was almost impossible with her other arm in a sling. Rolling onto her back again, she stared up to the sky, squinting as the sun would become too bright. It was quite a nice feeling, that sunlight, all warm and glowy, inviting her for a nap in the streets. She would have went along with the invitation if not for a sudden snap in the air, and the wrap around of a soft but hard substance wrapping around her lower left leg calf. Up her head went to look at the disturbance, seeing the brown blob getting ahold of her, blinking, she started to panic at what was happening. That wasn't normal. For as much as she could move around, she attempted to swing her canes bottom tip at the blob, to poke it, and stab it with the wooden casing, a weird sound following after "eeeeeeack!! Git' off!! Thas' my leg!" She started to try and yank it away.

[Ball]

OOCI want to apologize for my response taking so long to get back to you. >.< Normally this wouldn't be the case... Heh RL snuck up on me.

For Ball moving from the stabbing and poking cane was a simple ordeal, he just scurried up the prone Ana’s leg with ease, all the while shifting his body weight to the left, right, or forward (which caused him to roll forward in a humorous yet fully functional way), of course… This also made it so she would be whacking herself in the leg with the cane as well.

That was the simple dodge he had to worry about, next came her grabbing hand. Normally he would just let his opponent grab him and Ball would then use his natural squishy and moldable natural abilities to conform to their grasp, giving him minimal damage done to his body, but this time he was angry and with each attempt to grab at his body the Pycon lashed out with a tentacle, aiming for the meaty center of her palm. A connection would result in the tip of the tentacle slicing into the palm, as the small tip held all the force of his anger and weight in it.

The attack was the hard part, Ball had to literally stop moving as she grabbed for him, a small shift in the location of his body weight put all his weight behind the attacking tentacle. The tentacle would coil back towards his body and then in a large graceful arc of powerful clay the tentacle would slice through the air and proceed into Ana’s palm. If she was smart though, Ana would allow the attacks to land and then either stop after she got struck once, or if she decided to continue, switch hands after each attack.

If he missed the attacks all together the Pycon’s extra three tentacles would anchor himself firmly into place and allow him to pull himself forward while he continued on his way upwards.

Regardless of her mode of action, after each gracefully arched attack Ball would continue his movement forward until he was sitting on her sternum right between her collarbones. This would put Ball literally on the center of her chest; his two forward tentacles would literally be felt on each side of her neck , draped gently across her shoulders.

If Ana craned her neck to see him all she would get is a face full of brownish clay and an odd horizontal slit.

“Nu. Hur.Ta. My.Daw.Guh.” [‘No hurt my dog.’] It was the same exact words he spoke before, this time they echoed more harshly as they also rumbled in Ana’s chest. Once he spoke those words the drunken thief would feel Ball’s body shift from her chest to one shoulder, bringing the other tentacle over and then the weight would disappear from her body completely.

[Ana Sol Starris]

Thwack Went the canes tip to her leg harshly, most likely going to leave a nasty bruise in the morning, the suddeness of it surprised her enough to drop the canesword, and start flailing about wildly in defence. When Ana had swung her hand out at the clay thing, she felt a distinct pain formulate itself in the middle of her palm. It was an awkward pain, a sting really, but surprising enough to make her continue to swat at its tentacles, and resulting in even more pain and small slices to her wild palm. If it hadn't of been for her bum arm, or the fact she was drunker than a skunk, she would have stopped then and there but no. This time she tried to slap the thing from above, it stopped rolling about her body and within a split tick- she felt the pain intensify worse. Small trickles of red accompanying the hard sting to her palms flesh, she would have shrieked, if she had known better. Petchpetchpetch! The dirt thing had been crawling up her body ever so slowly, if it hadn't of been for the alcohal, she would have felt the ten pounds of weight being applied to her bum arm so slowly... Though it did illicit a twitch, and cringe. The thing itself was practically on top of her chest. Correction. It was on her chest, and the longer it sat there, the more she began to panick at the weight pressing down harder, and making it difficult to breath. "Don'teatmedon'teatmedon'eatmedon'eatme" she began to beg, squeezing her eyes shut in fear of watching a maw come close to her head. If she could have nursed her hand, she would have, the petching appendage stung worse higher than the sky. There was some guttural language, Ana could barely just make it out, so she cracked an eye open and glanced towards the dirt thing.. "w-what..?" The thing... Sounded as if it were trying to speak to her, flicking her gaze at the mutt. She placed together 'Dawguh' as 'Dog-a' as 'Dog' so... It was what...Asking...me....Not to hurt... Holy petch! Not to hurt the bleedin' dog! It dragged itself off her and she could finally breath. Letting her head rest on the cobble again, she groaned and felt her world swirl, she still just didn't get it. Either she was too drunk, or the clay thing.. Sigh. Ana began to roll on her non-bum arms side and sit up, watching the clay...thing... and its pet. Really, what was she suppose to do? "Mutts aren't allowed in the Hostel.." she muttered to the air, but nor was alcohal.. She should have remembered that. She seemed to oggle at the thing for a moment, eyeing it up "what the petch are ye'.." she continued to mutter, "I see y'ur kin of diff' shapes an' sizes, teh' petch.."

[Ball]

Ana’s last bit about dogs not being allowed in the hostel skipped over his nexus, as far as Ball was concerned his dog was not a dog, but a companion and fellow squire. Therefore Ball’s dog was a being to be respected and as such, canes hitting him were not very respectful. It was the last bit of muttering the drunken lady muttered that Ball had to respond to, it was his obligation…

“I. Ball.” The small pycon couldn’t manage to answer the last portion though, as far as he was concerned she was the oddly shaped person. Positioning himself close to his dog the pycon turned so his mouth slit was towards Ana, “Yu. Mee.Knee. Tu. Daw.Guh. Sa.Uh.Sa.Ah.Ar.Ree.” [‘You mean to dog. Say sorry.’] Raising a tentacle up towards her face, the tip hovering a mere inch off the ground. It wasn’t so much as a threat as it was a reminder that he would most likely be able to prod her with it a lot faster than she could swing at him.

oocI think I am epicaly ane awesomely failing… O.O

Created goes to Arandolya

[Ana Sol Starris]

Ana shook her head, too drunk, too tired to understand or put forth the effort in trying to decipher the things words. What she needed to do was find a safe place to relax, and sleep, the thought of it made her eyes droop, though she wouldn't let her body do the same and instead moved to stand up. Stumbling as she knelt, rising, and then wobbling in a random direction; for if the Hostel had thrown her out then she would come back when she was no longer drunk.. Apologize.. Beg for forgiveness from Visia and hopefully still be allowed to stay in the establishment. "Ball." She echoed the name, the only word she had seemed to register correctly. "Ball?" She repeated with a grimace, beginning her trek to a nearby alley. An alley could provide a reasonable place to sleep off the alcohal until further notice, curl up behind a barrel, and just sleep. It sounded like a plan to her, though the barrel would never be found. Whatever Ball did, she probably wouldn't feel it, wouldn't care either, nor attempt to illicite worse actions, but she curled in the wedge of a doorstep inbetween it and a wall with loud snores signalling she had just passed out. The canesword itself was tightly wrapped around and entangled within her arms, and her body rising, and falling with the deep breathing of a dreamless sleep OOCLol, oh, don't worry, I think I did worse. XD

[Ball]

Ball watched as Ana stumbled off into an alley, he was at a lost as to how to respond to her actions. Mounting his faithful steed the pycon followed the drunk woman to her chosen location of slumber. It was a dark location, and honestly it was no place for a young lady to be sleeping in. Frowning at her choice of slumber here Ball had looked about the alley.

There were no barrels to catch water in that he could see… There wasn’t even a small stream of foul smelling water nearby, nor puddle of stagnant water. There was clutters of garbage and some dirt littering about. Ball had no choice, and with a grimace on his face he tapped a tentacle against his dog’s side and whispered something into its ear. The dog made a frown dash across his face and with a slumped appearance in his shoulders stepped beside Ana and lifted a hind leg.

It was a few more seconds afterwards that a steady warm stream flowed from dog onto Ana’s arm, quickly running down said arm onto her side and then onto the stones under her.

OOCSorry for the uber late response. >.< And I am sorry I did what I did in my response. Heh but it was the only thing I could come up with. >.<

Created goes to Arandolya