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trans_92010-03-16 03:14 am
governorkang) wrote in trans_92010-03-16 03:14 am
Entry tags:
- !location: drunken dragon,
- !location: the city,
- !status: open,
- allen gentry,
- ax,
- billy cranston,
- blin,
- brother cargn,
- buffy summers,
- charles kawalsky,
- chris ramirez,
- claudia donovan,
- dean winchester,
- doc,
- faith,
- fate testarossa harlaown,
- flash,
- fletcher tringham,
- grim eyes,
- hellcat,
- hisk longwing,
- indigo,
- jacen solo,
- jaina solo,
- jamie hemeros,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jason todd,
- jo lupo,
- john-117,
- jono starsmore,
- kang,
- kaylee frye,
- lash,
- luis sera,
- mai,
- marco,
- mulan,
- nanoha,
- plays-in-traffic,
- rhiow,
- rtas 'vadum,
- sam winchester,
- samus aran,
- san,
- sawyer,
- scarlet witch,
- sofia mantega,
- son of satan,
- spock,
- stature,
- tess lee,
- the major,
- tycho celchu,
- wags-tail-a-lot,
- wedge antilles,
- wyn callahan,
- yue ayase
CEEEEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES~
Several buildings in the City had been completely destroyed during Aang's rampage, but a few had survived relatively unscathed. It had only taken Kang two days to repair the Drunken Dragon; he'd done so by himself, not even waiting for his leg to heal up a bit first.
Usually, he didn't bother lighting any candles or using the fireplace in the tavern unless it was a period when the artificial sun had set. He could see perfectly fine in the dim light. For the celebration, though, he'd thrown the windows open wide, scrounged up every candle he could find, and started up a fire, knowing that human vision wasn't as good as his own. The tables surrounding the stage had been cleaned, as well as the tankards, and the door was propped open. The bozak had even wrestled two of the 60-gallon barrels from the back room into a corner of the main room for easier access, one of cactus juice and one of ale. If more was needed, he was sure he could get someone to help bring out another.
Tess had commandeered the kitchen to make her food, bringing in her own equipment. Kang had been slightly afraid at first that she was going to burn the place down, but nothing had happened yet. She seemed to know what she was doing, even if she'd given him a few scares.
The sunlight glistened on the old sword blade teeth and dinnerplate eyes of the comical-looking wooden dragon grinning above the entrance. Come in, relax, have a drink and a bite to eat!
[OOC note: Both drinks are alcoholic, and the cactus juice has twice the kick of the ale. :D;]
Usually, he didn't bother lighting any candles or using the fireplace in the tavern unless it was a period when the artificial sun had set. He could see perfectly fine in the dim light. For the celebration, though, he'd thrown the windows open wide, scrounged up every candle he could find, and started up a fire, knowing that human vision wasn't as good as his own. The tables surrounding the stage had been cleaned, as well as the tankards, and the door was propped open. The bozak had even wrestled two of the 60-gallon barrels from the back room into a corner of the main room for easier access, one of cactus juice and one of ale. If more was needed, he was sure he could get someone to help bring out another.
Tess had commandeered the kitchen to make her food, bringing in her own equipment. Kang had been slightly afraid at first that she was going to burn the place down, but nothing had happened yet. She seemed to know what she was doing, even if she'd given him a few scares.
The sunlight glistened on the old sword blade teeth and dinnerplate eyes of the comical-looking wooden dragon grinning above the entrance. Come in, relax, have a drink and a bite to eat!
[OOC note: Both drinks are alcoholic, and the cactus juice has twice the kick of the ale. :D;]
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"...Fascinating."
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Chirp. The big ears give a flick-twitch and the very warm-temperatured beastie tries to lean in for a closer sniff.
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Chirping curiously, the oddity's big ears repeatedly flick-twitch forward and back. They even occasionally twist a bit as the oddity sits back on his very large, webbed feet.
"Yeu is Pock-kit. Bu-t noh sa-me Pock-kit?"
Sniff.
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He's met several duplicates and alternates of people, mostly during his prior travels before Stacy had gotten to him. Even with all that though, there are still endless things to ask about, to learn about.
And it's the first thing this critter intends to do.
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Chirp. Yep, he's sniffing at you again, Spock. And there's something tucked under one skinny arm. It's a plushie, rather new compared to his other one but said other one's hidden in his pocket.
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It's not an insult. It's just a curious little thing the oddity finds himself grinning a little at. The plushie? It's got Renne's hair for hair, little wire "glasses" and it's dressed in tiny denim overalls.
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Worry not, he's actually blushing a bit. Well, "a bit" being a robin's-egg blue on this one's normally dark face.
And then his ears come down just a bit and his voice softens. It's not quite gloomy, just on the edge of stating a simple fact and the long-healing of a very, very old wound.
"Rrrr-enne be ohn-lee one."
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Pardon his dismal English and...oh, the flashes of colour on the skin! Nervous/fearful amber. Concerned blue-indigo and a touch of bright ultraviolet.
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"Wha-t Pock-kit li-ke do? Wha-t be Buhll-kin?" Oh aye, the Flood of Questions cometh!
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"I am a scientist."
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Chitter. He doesn't insult folk unless he thinks they deserve it.
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