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Post by spike on Apr 5, 2012 20:23:58 GMT -8
Staring at the sheep as it froze time again, Biru briefly wondered what it was now going to do with it's next victim. What would happen to the girl and would she be okay? However Biru quickly lost her train of thought. It seemed like this funny feeling could even interfere with Biru's THOUGHTS OF SCIENCE.
Partially snapping back to reality when she heard a scraping sound behind her, Biru noticed that the man was moving his chair next to her. Beginning to laugh a bit at the guy's statement, Biru didn't notice that it seemed to be a lot funnier than it actually was. "Thanths for...for the com-compli-complim...nice words." Biru drunkenly slurred out before going into another fit of subdued laughter. Too intent on trying to pronounce the words to notice the mans advances.
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Post by mayumi on Apr 6, 2012 16:13:22 GMT -8
Misaki was very distracted with jiggle jiggle so that when time froze, Misaki wasn't quite sure what had happened by the time it resumed. All Misaki did know was that she had been called lover boy and was now being handed alcohol. Misaki had never had alcohol before. She didn't know what it tasted like or what it would do to her. She had seen plenty of other people drink it though and most of them were okay! Plus, it would be rude of her to refuse a drink, so Misaki picked up the cup that the bartender had poured and down the hatch it went. No sipping. Misaki assumed it would be like water; it looked like water after all.
But it wasn't like water.
Misaki's right eye twitched before both eyes began to water. Her cheeks flushed red again like they had at the first jiggle jiggle. But Misaki was quiet. So very quiet and then... Hiccup. They returned. The dreaded hiccups. But not for the same reason they had before. Hiccup. "Thhhhaank youuu," Misaki said to the bartender once she found her tongue. Whether she was slurring or stuttering from the alcohol or her typical nervousness wasn't full determinable yet, but she did place her head in her left hand as her elbow propped her up off the table while she held the cup in her right hand and eyed its emptiness.
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Post by haru on Apr 7, 2012 6:17:39 GMT -8
Him? Adorable? That dude had to be really drunk no to notice his horrid skin...though the green shade did look kind of nice...and he guessed some people liked the smooth feeling of leather against their skin, hehehe.
He chuckled as his own thoughts, and then watched the men pour another drink. While he knew it probably wouldn't end well, he was still to aware of what was going on him, even if he was light headed. If he were to get through doing what was needed to be done, he needed to cloud his mind even more. Smiling in a cute manner at the best of his ability, he picked up the cup and said "Oh my...such a strong men must be a lot more comfortable then simple stool.." before pouring down the contents of the cup down his throat again. Doing his best co counter a heavy reflex, he coughed a bit while rubbing his stomach and saying "Aiii...F-Fis drink is so strooonk misteeer..." while sligthly leaning to his side,and against the men. By now, he wasn't really sure if this was him trying to get him to finally kiss him and get it over with, or if the alcohol was just making him almost pass out...but he reckoned it was heading towards the right resolution.
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Post by rikou on Apr 7, 2012 8:16:00 GMT -8
Teetering ever-so-slightly, Rikou watched as three Rai moved in three opposing directions, giggling mildly to herself as he quivered and shook; hiccups? What a si-cup-sis-hic-sissy! hic-hiccup Rikou opened her mouth to posit just such a statement when suddenly all Rai, all up in her face, and then all up on the floor.
Being drunk, the order of importance of the next few facts was, to say the least, muddled; first, there were lips on hers, and they were presumably Rai's, as his forehead was all she could see, which meant she'd won. Second, her head was in so much pain from the collision on the floor that she was far too tired to try driving a knee up into the crotch of the hiccup sissy hiccup atop her. Finally, there was a wholly uncomfortable pressure on her chest; after a few moments of enjoying it, she shoved hard against Rai's shoulder, muttering happily to herself. "Iwin~Iwin~Iwin~hiccuphiccuphiccup"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2012 18:08:50 GMT -8
Rikou had indeed won! A great ball of light shimmered into vision, and the pitter patter of hooves gallantly bounced across the floor. "My first winner!" The sheep swooned as it trotted up to the drunken he-she. Grabbing the drunkard by the nape of her kimono, it drug her towards the light. "You win, my deary! Your prize awaits! Gooo into the liiight~!" It rudely drug the drunken, harlot-like female across the ground and into the light. Considering Rikou was very drunk, such help was needed as when one is in such a state, gravity their feet properly finding the floor are challenges. (Rikou Exited To Cain's Thread, VICTORY) The light disappeared, the sheep and her company along with it. Only Misaki, Harupia, and Biru were left, but a beginner was about to enter the fray. Curnain would find himself standing outside of a bar. He would undoubtly be confused, his garb now changed to a very common, but clean kimono. The colors were bland and non-flashy, and he was soon joined by a flashy little creature. With a loud pop, a sheep appeared at his feet, staring up at him with eye and adorable eyes. "Helloooo handsome~ Today you shall play a game with me! The object of the game is simple, yes yes yes. You must solicit a kiss from a member of your previous sex! The kiss must be true, not coerced or forced! The one you kiss must feel lust or loving warmth! Should you succeed finishing this chapter's page , you will be ushered onto the final stage!" The sheep giggled with delight, sitting on its backside to clap its hooves together. "But should you fail, like many before, I will kick you out and you shall play NO MORE!" Its voice changed to angry at that last bit, and it gave Curnain a menacingly glare before hopping up. "Now, in you go," it trotted behind the male, nudging him to the bar like a determined goat. Curnain would be shoved in the door, which was conveniently open for him to step inside of the bar. See the first post of the thread for the thread rules, kthanx ^^ Oh what fun Curnain walked into! Biru, Misaki, and Harupia were drunken messes already! Each had a playmate too, how lucky for them! Biru's friendly fellow was getting friendlier by the minute (predator), running his hands through the woman's very magnificent locks. "Have I told you how pretty you are?" he slurred, edging very close to Biru. This situation was edging towards Biru's favor, hopefully she would be wise enough (or drunk enough) to take advantage of it! Misaki's bartender had deposited herself in his lap, in all her jiggling glory. "You know..you're kind of cute in that innocent way. It almost makes me want to spoil you.." she snickered, lasciviously running her finger against his jawline. He would be treated to a sight, having the advantageous luck to be able to see down the lady's shirt. Though, it wasn't much of a shirt to begin with, but hey, it covered some! Harupia's male partner had taken it upon himself to pull the female up onto his lap, laughing at her drunken state. "Eh missy! You can't handle yer drink too well huh? Thats pretty damn cute!" he chortled, petting the top of her head. He still didn't notice the skin condition she had, but he was three sheets to the wind, so he didn't notice much. Our three heroes were poised, in key positions and ready to grab the prize! All they had to do was just..well...DO IT! Victory was in their grasp!
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Post by mayumi on Apr 12, 2012 13:50:39 GMT -8
Misaki was red from the roots of her hair and down across her neck as soon as the bartender plopped herself into her boyish lap. Thankfully the blood had gone to her face and not elsewhere lest the situation become too awkward for the poor manboy to handle though her hand was twitching at her side as she played chair to the tease. Somehow, Misaki managed to lift her head up rather than have it crane lower. She stared up at the woman with her big red eyes as her bottom lip quivered nervously. "Ano..." she muttered then carefully brought her hand up to the woman's leg to...
She had to help the bartender keep her balance on her small lap, perverts!
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Post by spike on Apr 12, 2012 16:38:21 GMT -8
Not noticing the sheep kidnap one of her fellow bar patrons and drag her into the light, Biru was instead trying to unsuccessfully get her bearings. Sadly Biru was having no such luck for she was quite drunk by this time. Lightly laughing as the man tickled her hair by putting his fingers through it, Biru was vaguely aware of a nauseous feeling in her stomach. Hoping that she wouldn't puke, Biru could see that this was her only oppurtunity to kiss the man. Seeing several blurry versions of the man's face, Biru aimed for the middle one and leaned forward to kiss the man and hopefully have enough control to not puke on his face. SCIENCE FORGIVE HER.
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Post by cs on Apr 12, 2012 19:54:33 GMT -8
As Curnain extended his fingers outward to the light, his eyes noticed the dark figures and shadows where there was an absence of that orbs' auras. Focus soon developing and allowing 'him' to hone in on those figures, he realized that they were relatively short in comparison to him; more-so that they were bent slightly and jumping around. Blinking irregularly and rapidly, the light enveloped his being, causing her to panic -- yet again! As 'his' being 'lights up', Curnain could hear the ringing, seemingly endless laughter filling her ears, eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of the green, short men. "Leprechauns?!" She gasped in utter shock, having heard tales from her Irish father and superstitions and myths. Was this a dream?! Or some horrific reality?! Eventually, they fade, leaving the woman-turned-man to face the blinding light that obscured her vision entirely.
He closed his eyes, masculine hands running up to his face to rub the irritated eyelids, per se, against the harshness of the light, as his wisteria-hued eyes were rather light, and well, sometimes weak against brightness like the sun. From the inside of his eyelids, which were a reddish-orange color inside because of the light against them, he awaited for the closure of his eyes to return dark, indicating that the light had vanished, until opening his gaze to the scenery before him.
Renewed, Curnain glanced around hesitantly, albeit confused at the sudden change in scenery. A bar, now? Wasn't she naked, sort of, too?! Glancing down, the male was stunned to find himself clad in a clean, standard kimono. He seemed to marvel at first with the change in clothing, until noticing the creature in front of him; which caused him to step back into the wall of the bar, probably! It was... a sheep?!
Letting out a grunt of surprise, Curnain tilted his head as he glanced down, still mystified as the creature began to talk; however, at least someone was replying to her now! He rubbed the nape of his neck as he listened to this 'game', mentally sweat-dropping at the rules, etc. Was this sheep for real? Biting her lip, her head cocked back a bit as the sheep glared, mentioning that 'others' had failed. So, other people were involved in this strange series of events? Some had failed, too? While her dad and mother forbade her to flirt -- or perhaps her dad was very protective of her -- Curnain had actually yearned to be able to warm up to someone, as any normal girl wished for... and seeing as she was a man, maybe she could portray her 'perfect man' image for a girl, who hopefully yearned for the same type? Kissing a woman was the difficult part, seeing as she didn't find companionship of that caliber in a woman, but if she maybe pushed that aside, imagined herself in that role like a heartfelt dream or something, then maybe she could get past it.
Though, her thinking was cut short as the sheep ushered the male forward, eventually learning that it was time to let the game commence. As 'he' stood at the entrance of the bar, his uniquely-colored eyes would glance around at the situation in front of him -- purple eyes no doubtfully bringing some attention to his figure, not to mention his male appearance, reddish brown hair and Irish-Japanese complexion and frame.
The more 'he' realized it... it was 'his' turn to shine!
An opportunity like this had never come across her path! She was a sheltered, good-valued young adult! While she wanted this sort of flirtatious demeanor and personality, her parents would probably frown upon her for it; and, well, she had to be proper and respectable in such a society! Even-so, this was the perfect time to live that sort of role, and practice the tricks of romance!
Sheepishly placing his hands in the pockets of his kimono, Curnain began to saunter toward the group [more specifically near the counter for a drink] while scouting for the perfect 'bait'; lips curving into a smile as they parted, allowing his pearly whites to show in a gentle grin as his one hand surfaced from his clothes to wave to those 'single ladies' present. Curnain was a pretty sociable being, regardless of gender, so maybe the ball could roll in her court easily...
Maybe, maybe not!
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Post by haru on Apr 14, 2012 5:03:57 GMT -8
Harupia giggled once again as the men pulled him into his lap, though he couldn't be really sure why. Probably in a more rational sense he wouldn't be really this cheer, being i the hands of some lecherous men who preyed on weak headed younger girls. But by now he was intoxicated enough to enjoy being called cute. No one very really called him cute...to bad he probably wouldn't remember the compliment once the alcohol was flushed out of his system...then again, maybe forgetting all this will be just for the better in this case?
Either way, there was romancing to be done...he guessed at least. As he sat comfortably in the means lap, he turned his head towards him, his yellow reptilian eyes half open in a sleepy manner, his hands attempting to wrap themselves around the men's neck as he said "Shooo mishtaaa...how ciiiute do yo t-think I really am?" in a low whispering voice, trying to sound all cute or something. Honestly, he knew very little about any form of courtship, so he wasn't sure just what to do to make the guy kiss him...and he want really trusting in his own skills to aim his lips to connect with his. So he just tried acting all cutesy, hoping the guy would be a bit faster in taking advantage of him... he didn't even care much about how wrong that sounded in his mind...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2012 18:35:20 GMT -8
The bartender wriggled seductively on Misaki's lap, reacting to the touch of his hand on her thigh.
"Ooo..maybe you're a bad boy after all," she snickered, taking note of the blush spreading across his face like wildfire. She licked her lips expectantly, feeling very warm next to such a strong, virile young man. Her fingers moved up to run through his unique locks as she leaned her face in very close to his. Her eyes fluttered to a shut, the sweet smell of sake and perfume mingling into a very heady scent that would drift into Misaki's nostrils.
Biru's drunken attempt was not missed by her drinking partner. Having to guess, he would assume the female's actions were implicating that she wished for a kiss. Perhaps it was a SCIENTIFIC guess? Taking quick care to finishing swallowing the sake in his mouth, he would grab the long locked female roughly. He growled deeply, a sound resonating in the back of his throat as his wet lips pressed against hers. Biru, on the other hand, had other things to worry about. Sure, she just won the war, but she had a new battle on her hands. Having only ever had sake this once, she would experience an unpleasant lurch in her stomach. To make matters worse, the man had grabbed her so aggressively that it jostled her equilibrium. She would surely vomit if she didn't gain control of the situation quickly!
Harupia's playmate was enjoying himself quite thoroughly. Having the nubile, young female on his lap was impossible to ignore. Drink forgotten on the bar, he grinned lecherously as the girl. "S'cute I can barely contain myself! Damn!" he laughed loudly. It was always this way with drunken idiots like him. He was oblivious to how obnoxious and loud he really was, and any nearby sober person would shoot him a look of disdain. He really was annoying. He wouldn't be able to resist Harupia's adorable display, pushing his whisker bound lips toward her own.
These three victims...er...participants were more than capable of pushing their perspective suitors (and suitress? xD) away should they wish it. However, it was probably in their best interest to SEIZE THE MOMENT. In fact, a secret little voice whispered through the ears of only those three, a voice familiar and slightly sheepy.
"Do not fail me, kiddies~"
Eerie!
Curnain, being our new contender in this mishmash drunken party would find a few appreciate looks coming his way. He was an attractive male, after all, and unique looking to boot! As he sidled up to the bar, a male bartender slid up to take his order. "Whats yer poison, boy-o?" he asked. Curnain would find being called 'boy' amusing, for the bartender was a scrawny looking lad, thick glasses, and not a day over 18. Hopefully he wasn't imbibing any of the liquid fare, as he was most certainly too young! Ah well, maybe liquor laws didn't apply here. "Or are ya lookin' for something more dangerous?" he laughed, waiting for Curnain to speak. Now this lad might be able to direct Curnain to some companionship, and give him some insight of the lady patrons of the bar. Information could be very valuable, after all!
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Post by spike on Apr 18, 2012 17:27:58 GMT -8
Feeling the man grab her and pull her close, Biru was vaguely aware of the growl he gave. Distracted by the sheepy voice, Biru decided to just go with it and felt the man's lips make contact with hers. BIRU HAD ACHIEVED VICTORY. Wondering if she too would be dragged by the sheep into the light, Biru soon found that she had other things to worry about despite her victory.
For SCIENCE was now vengeful. In this case the vengeance that Biru faced was the nauseous feeling brought about by that odd milk. Trying her best to hold back the nauseous feeling, Biru failed and puked. If the man was fortunate enough to have pulled back the puke would only hit his lap. However if he failed to pull back he would find BIRU PUKE OF SCIENCE on his face and most of his head. For now Biru would let it all out and hope that the light that the sheep would take him to would have less puke.
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Post by mayumi on Apr 19, 2012 1:47:48 GMT -8
Misaki's head felt very clouded; the heady scent didn't help this in the slightest. As she moved now, it was more off of instinct than cognizant thought. Her torso leaned further in now in response to the bartender's own positioning and her lips sought out that of the women on her manly lap. There was no need for sheeply encouragement here!
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Post by haru on Apr 19, 2012 12:44:10 GMT -8
Harupia chuckled along with the men's hearty laugh and comment, partly because of his hazy min being flattered by being called cute, partly because his loud laugh close to his head was hurting his ears, and in consequence the rest of his noggin. Bah, noggin...who uses such juvenile words anyway? Yes, the more sober bit of his mind truly despised the state he was in...but at least it seems this whole ordeal might be coming to a close.
Seeing the guy lean in all puckered up, he pretty much knew where this was going,and he remember that this was his intent in the first place. So he leaned down closer in order to seal the deal. The only problem was the joy of this horrible experience coming to an end in addition to the alcohol in his veins had twisted his face into a happy, opened mouth smile, instead of a proper lip puckering. Before he would realize just what was happening they would most likely make contact, giving Harupia a much deeper kiss then he'd like...especially if the guy was bright enough to follow through with it.
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Post by cs on Apr 19, 2012 19:13:23 GMT -8
Being in this masculine shell was rather nerve-wrecking, but in all essence, Curnain was relieved and actually flattered to get some looks his way. It meant he was actually doing something right... right?! As he was approached by the bartender, he would rest his right elbow against the counter, positioning his body so that he could simultaneously glance around to all those whom had given him a positive look while addressing the bartender. With a smile still, he'd ask. "What do you have that'll give me a small buzz, make me gleam with joy and loosen me up a bit?" He chuckled, wisteria-hued eyes redirecting to the bartender, whom was scrawny, wore glasses and was roughly younger than his age, but not too far apart from he. He grew silent for a bit, awaiting his answer, before asking; body leaning in to slightly whisper. "I'm kind of looking for a w-woman to spice up my evening, and hopefully life." He laughed, obviously joking around about that last bit. "Any ladies here that you know about, my fellow m-man?" He stuttered with each 'gender-mention', considering she wasn't used to this whole change and she had to think before speaking.
Sooner he found someone, the better!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2012 18:47:27 GMT -8
"VICTORY!" came a shriek of joy, rumbling through the bar as time froze for all except Biru, Harupia, Curnain, and Misaki. A joyous sheep trotted into sight. Yes, the trio had managed to snag their kisses, some grosser than others! In fact, one man got a mouthful of very SCIENTIFIC vomit...the poor blighter. Anyway, a magical aura conveniently surrounded Misaki, Biru, and Harupia, a bright bright light that was in fact a portal! "You three dearies are onto the next stage! Happy Trails!" the sheep giggled as the three disappeared from the bar. (Biru, Misaki, and Harupia exited to Cain's thread. Be sure to read the introductory post in his thread so that you know the rules. Kthanx bai <3) Time resumed, the three kissing partners now without a playmate. However, they did not seem to mind...in fact it was like they forgot what they were doing and who they were with. The one man had a mouthful of puke, which he proceeded to run out of the bar to expel. He would not return. The assistant bartender eyed his boss as she returned to the bar, then returned his gaze to the strange foreigner (i.e. Curnain). He filled up a cup of sake for the gentleman and pushed it towards him as he mulled over Curnain's question. "Welllll...you see that girl over in the corner?" he pointed to a red-headed female sitting in the corner of the bar. She had a book propped up on the table, and a bottle with a cup. "That lady is pretty short tempered, so I'd probably steer clear of her. Unless she gets more of that drink in her, ya know what I mean?" He laughed, looking around some more. "There's a couple of girls sitting over by the door, the loud pair. They seem to be having a good time, but I'unno if you're into crazy and unpredictable. Down at the end of the bar, there's a real quiet lass. Hasn't spoke more than a few words since she got here, so I dunno her story. And there's my boss..." he paused, dropping his voice to a whisper as he leaned in, closer to Curnain. "She is a real B-i-t-c-h, bucko. I would NOT try anything funny with her." As if to further prove his point, the woman was storming about the bar, slamming things on the counter and yelling at a drunk, obnoxious man at the bar. (The same man that was Harupia's previous playmate).
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Post by cs on Apr 23, 2012 16:55:50 GMT -8
Curnain was perplexed once time seemingly ceased, blinking as the sheep announced the winners; causing his frame to turn around and look for the three of whom were also stuck in this challenge. Though, once they disappeared from this instance, he turned back to the boy tending to his sake drink, slightly nervous that he was the sole contender in the game here, for now. This only drove him to try and get out of here, like the three before him. To win!
As the teenage male discussed with him the options of the women in the bar scene, Curnain leaned back in once more to listen closely and such; occasionally turning his head to catch glimpses of those he was pointing to. He noticed the red-headed female, making mental notes of the information the bartender disclosed about her; followed by the crazy and unpredictable duo, the quiet lass, and then the angry bitch of a bartender. He reflexively flinched a bit as the woman shouted at the drunk sitting against the counter, returning his gaze to the bartender serving him. "How much do I owe you?" He asked about the drink, digging into the pockets of his standard clothing for any sort of money... realizing he probably shouldn't have said that out-loud. Oops!
"Maybe I'll go check out and see what the girl on the end of the counter is doing... huh?" He asked, more of a rhetorical question; though tried getting some opinion from the bartender. Maybe some approval, too.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2012 16:40:13 GMT -8
If Curnain was wanting approval, he got it in some form. The boy grinned and gave him a thumbs up, the light twinkling off his pearly whites. Well that was weird. He didn't respond to the previous question about money. That issue would be addressed later, as the bartenders of this establishment let their clients run up the tab before taking/forcing their money.
The woman in question was a thin, waif creature, and upon further inspection, he would see she was sitting very strangely. With her knees bent and up next to her chin, her feet rested on the seat she sat upon. Normally, one would see such a pose with the knees tucked under the chin, but there rested a cup, and she had a quill between her fingers as she scratched on a paper that rested on the bar counter.
She wore clothes likely to be seen on a young boy: loose fitting pants and a tattered looking, short kimono. Her feet were bare, and her long, long black hair nearly reached the floor as it spilled behind her. The only things feminine about her was the obvious, but small bumps that were her breasts, and her comely, heart shaped face.
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Post by cs on Apr 26, 2012 14:27:41 GMT -8
Since the boy didn't seem to mind about payment, or even mentioned the charge of the alcohol, Curnain shrugged, blinking irregularly. Drinking the sake down relatively quick, he thanked the bartender before making his way toward his 'prey'. Hopefully, the one drink would give him the kick needed.
He strolled along seemingly merry, smile visible upon his face as he approached the woman; who was thin-looking, and quite out of place here. In fact, she seemed rather poor, if one could say that, judging by the clothes, no shoes, etc. There was almost a sense of pity Curnain began to feel, considering she always had a home, money, parents, friends, and never truly had a hard time with life. Though, perhaps he could give the woman at least one good day out of the week.
He noted her posture, what she was occupied with, and asked politely, ""Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" He asked her, idly standing about the chair adjacent to her, speaking in a soft voice and with that same smile about his visage.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 15:12:49 GMT -8
Though his appearance wasn't sudden, the female was oblivious to the approaching Curnain, and jerked in surprise as he spoke. Flicking her gaze up from her paper and preoccupation, she looked at him, then the chair in question. Her eyes were a strange silver, glinting in the bar light.
"No, I don't suppose it is," came her airy, gentle voice. "Unless there is an invisible widgestool. That's their natural habitat, ya know." She nodded, giving him a firm look, as if it were his job to check the seat before he took it. She returned her attention to paper on the bar, taking a small sip from her cup as she resumed drawing.
As for those who found themselves standing outside the bar, they would be greeted by a merry, fluffy sheep. It waggled its ears at them, winking as it approached. The three newcomers, Jira, AU-004, and Kurisuna would now find themselves garbs in traditional, non-descript, comfortable kimonos and shoes appropriate for their still switched genders.
"Greetings, dearies! We're playin' a game! The goal is simple, all you have to do to win is earn a kiss from a member of your original gender! You can't force or trick the kiss, you must earn it! Though, I wouldn't say no to a little drunken frolic!" The sheep giggled, obviously in good spirits. "Simple, no? Well, in you go!" The sheep pointed its hoof towards the bar and disappeared in a puff of pink smoke.
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Post by jira on Apr 28, 2012 15:29:07 GMT -8
After having been abruptly transported by a sword toting weirdo, Jira eyed her new surroundings with trepidation. Then, a loud, weird creature caught her attention. Shifting her gaze over, her eyes widened in shock. A...talking...sheep... Her temple throbbed painfully, as she tried to process the messed up experience she was having in its entirety. As the sheep rambled on the rules of this game, she felt relief wash over her. She had to kiss someone, a female, while in a bar. A bar full of liquor.
This she could handle. She wasn't too jazzed about the idea of kissing a woman, but she was used to her fukutaicho's advances so the idea wasn't foreign to her. Besides, with enough alcohol in her system, she really wouldn't care.
Not wasting any time, as the sheep poofed away, she strode straight into the bar. First order of business, a drink...or six.
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Post by cs on Apr 28, 2012 22:36:06 GMT -8
Curnain couldn't help but laugh at the startled woman, in which he gently flailed his arms about as if to apologize, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, miss!" He spoke with a slight chuckle. He did, however, turn his head toward the chair and gave it a quick glance in response to her statement, muttering. "I'll be careful not to harm any, then..." Perhaps for humor, or maybe he was just being awkward -- like he was at times -- Curnain began to wave a hand in the air above the stool just to make sure there wasn't anything really there before sitting down. He did notice the strange color of her irises, noting that for once he wasn't alone in that department.
So, this girl might have been a little odd, but who wasn't from time to time... right?
He noticed she immediately went back to doodling, as it seemed, and he asked in a moderate tone. "So, you like to draw, miss...?" He lingered on the 'miss', as if trying to tempt her to give him her name. Hopefully he wasn't disturbing her much...
He was starting to realize if this, perhaps, wouldn't end so well already.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2012 16:45:08 GMT -8
Anyone who hasn't posted yet needs to do so before the end of the show on 4/30, or a skip will be accrued
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Post by robocop on Apr 29, 2012 17:00:17 GMT -8
The Mod-Soul was no longer surprised by the sudden change of scenery, nor particularly shocked by the strange goals placed before her. The situation overall seemed to completely defy reason, so, there seemed to be little sense in trying to puzzle things out. No, best to just go along with the scenario and try to reach the 'end' as soon as possible. So, seduction was the objective. 004 had some knowledge of the subject, but, reality was often a very different thing. Still, the first part of any operation was to survey the area, mark a target, and gather supplies. To that end, 004 found a seat, motioned to a server for some strong alcoholic drinks to assist her, and began scanning the area for possible targets.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2012 14:36:19 GMT -8
Kurisuna uttered a rather unmanly yelp as she fell, the forest floor having split to engulf her person; she plummeted for a fair bit of time, and her heart had caught in her throat, but strike the ground she did not. Instead, she manifested, unscathed, before the entrance of what looked to be an inn, and a peculiar sheep whose abnormalities Kurisuna could not, for reasons possibly attributed to her racing pulse and reeling head, determine. Seduction, she could do. Her line of work, after all, had made a bit of a harlot out of her on occasion; mind, she was currently of a masculine appearance, and Kurisuna was firm in her belief that the only thing a man should ever stick into a woman was a knife.
Some of these stipulations may prove problematic, she figured, following suit inside.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2012 18:39:46 GMT -8
The same magnificent sheep reappeared to explain the rules to the newcomers outside of the bar. They too were clad in the traditional, simple kimonos appropriate for their new gender. Perhaps the sheep was growing tired of re-explaining the rules, because it was rather brisk about it.
"Alright. Heres the game play, kiddies. You go in there," it paused, shoving a hoof toward the bar. "You kiss someone of the opposite gender. Can't force them, can't trick them, gotta make 'em wanna kiss you. Then, you win the game. Got it? Good."
The sheep disappeared again, its tone graduated toward utter annoyance by the end of its explanation.
Jira was immediately accosted by a group of raucous females, who were sitting by the door. The sake flowed freely here, the pair already three sheets to wind. They weren't hideous looking...though they weren't exactly pretty either. One of them batted her thickly painted eyelashes, waving over to Jira. "Woo hooo...lover boy~ Come sit with us~" The other female giggled mindlessly, well that was until she noticed Kurisuna walk into the door.
"HUBBA HUBBA! COME TO MAMA!!" she squealed, getting up to chase down the red-haired male. This woman was probably middle aged, wore too much perfume, which mingled quite nastily with the smell of sake as it wafted off her.
Curnain was fairing pretty well, the woman next to him watching appreciatively as he checked for the precious widgestools. She actually smiled at him, her face breaking into a dreamy grin as she slid her paper towards him. "I'm just doodlin'. I'm trying to draw a widgestool, but I cannot do the fair beast justice. My name's Riko, by the way." She paused, looking up at Curnain. "You have really pretty eyes..."
AU-004 was served drinks per her order, the awkward male bartender staring at her dreamily as he overfilled her glass. He squeaked in surprise, noticing the liquid splashing across his hand. Ears turning beet red, he began to mop up the puddle on the counter. His boss watched from across the bar, rolling her eyes.
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Post by jira on Apr 30, 2012 18:45:07 GMT -8
Jira sighed, quickly deciding that though this route was probably going to be...nauseating, it would allow him to quickly finish the crazy sheep's game. Sliding down next to the loud female, he watched with amusement as the other one ran off to annoy another man. Not even bothering to ask, Jira smoothly reached down to kiss the remaining woman's hand.
"Pleasure to meet you, madam," came his silky voice. Though he hated people, he knew how to seduce, particularly women since he used to be one. A drunk woman like this would probably act one of two ways, fawn and swoon, or resort to violence. He was obviously hoping for the former.
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Post by robocop on May 2, 2012 6:48:11 GMT -8
004 had been distracted, looking about the bar until the drink spilled over, at which point she turned and paid attention to the bartender, who looked rather nervous and flustered. Hm. Well, there might be a potential target there. Picking up the cup of sake, she sipped from it, watching the man over the rim of it, debating. How to best approach this? Finishing off the sake in a quick gulp, she set the cup down again, smiling as she motioned for more.
"This must be an interesting job. You certainly seem to get a colorful crowd." She began, trying to start up some conversation.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2012 16:32:33 GMT -8
Ryosei, Chikaru, Gaara, and Curnain - 1 skip The female Jira had attempted to impress tittered and swooned, giggling at the luscious male pressed his lips against her hand. "Ohh...you're a yummy one, aren't you?" she giggled coyly, sliding the bottled of sake across the table. "Have a drink, you pretty young thing." She shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs, then recrossing them once more. This movement allowed her loosely tied kimono to expose part of her thigh, as well as a gratuitous amount of cleavage. Meanwhile, the male barkeep was still blushing furiously at the sight of such a pretty woman...one who was actually talking to him! These were untested waters! Stammering a bit, he forced an awkward smile as he leaned closer to her. "Y-Y-Yes, but rarely do we g-g-get someone as pretty as you." His ears were still burning bright, and small beads of sweat collected on his forehead. Oh boy, he was nervous.
Meanwhile, Jira had already helped himself to a nice, long drink of sake. He appreciated the game she was playing, albeit obvious and trampy. He wasn't one to judge, as he just wanted out of here easily. Finishing an ample amount of liquor, he felt a familiar warmth rush to his cheeks. He was just nearly drunk enough not to care that this woman was well....a woman. He made a point to eye her chest appreciatively, since she was offering the view so willingly. "Ah...what a pleasant evening...good liquor and a pretty lady. What more can a man ask for?"
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2012 20:11:42 GMT -8
A simple shake of the head was all that Chikaru could muster. From one hell, to another....again. A Bar? Seducing others for fun? A talking sheep threatening to shoot her (actually, him, considering the circumstances) with some weird arrow? She definitely handle the first two. After all, she did them for fun on a normal basis. But the last one? Now that was simply too strange to understand. Then again, considering what she had been through already, she thought it best to not ask any questions. With a few words to the quite voluptuous bartender, she turned to see the others. She needed a target if she wanted to be free. But who should it be?..
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2012 12:27:20 GMT -8
Longing for a swift death, Kurisuna drew to a halt and appraised the woman dashing up to her: older than typical prey, gaudy and reeking some malodorous blend of odors discernible as far as she was. Alcohol, she remarked. Perhaps it will make soliciting a simple kiss easier? ''Oi...'' The red-haired male flashed her a pleasant, if not dashingly handsome smile. ''What's a woman of such caliber doing in a tavern like this? A bar is no place for a rose in full bloom.''
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