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In ArcRift 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

“I’ll do it.”

Something in the pit of Otto’s gut wasn’t fine with this turn of events. He was quiet because he calculated exactly what the hell was happening on screen. His best guess, without even listening to Luthor: goody-two-shoes goes megalomaniacal to try and make ‘the best world possible’. He’s seen it happen, after all. So he had no reason to doubt Lex, other than the extremely sour vibes he was getting. Game, as a phrase welling up from Peter’s memory indicated, recognized game. He didn’t know what Luthor would gain from this other than some form of clout, but he would figure that out in the field.

Spider-Man addressed the room. “We’ll need to compartmentalize. Preferably, we need an information team, a tactical team, and a strike team for the final blow. Information discovers anything and everything we can use in the coming fight, tactical will consist of people capable of applying that information, and strike, well, I won’t demean you all by explaining that. I will feature on all three teams, and some overlap is no doubt necessary, but this is based on skills, not affability. You’ll only need to work with these people just this once, and then we all go home.”

Something kept Otto from nominating himself leader over all the operations. He was going to have to get that checked out later. But taking a stance of authority amidst chaos felt so damn GOOD.



Dris paused from their questioning, to look up. Some members of the group were beginning to speak up... and now THAT had the little rat's attention.

All Might

Toshinori Yagi


The tension in All Might’s body seemed to ease slightly at seeing that Sarah was safe, though he did cast a glance back towards Joel where Doomguy had him restrained, curious to see if he was satisfied. Whatever the answer would be, the retired hero felt it best to move onto the subject at hand: Superman.

But he was beat to the punch this time, and by what appeared to be a fellow hero. He listened quietly as Spider-Man proposed his plan, giving an approving nod towards the end.

”That seems as wise a plan as any. This Superman seems to be quite the foe, one we can’t hope to defeat unless we pool our resources and allocate each to the most appropriate task.” he began, stepping up to address the gathered group more out of habit than attempting to claim a leadership role. ”While I wholeheartedly disagree with Mr. Luthor’s methods, the threat — and our own personal stake in this — is quite clear. This young man has proposed three teams; Information, Tactical, and Strike. I agree with this division of skills. Those of you who are willing to take Mr. Luthor’s offer: I would like to request that you state whatever powers or skills you have to contribute to this mission, or perhaps just which team you feel best suited to be on.”

“And, of course, if you’ve got any better ideas than this, feel free to speak up.”


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Dris... liked the sound of that. Frankly, they thought they'd be perfect for intelligence gathering. It was always their specialty, what with having to slink around cult members their whole life...




Satisfactory answers, less than ideal troubles.


As he stood back and waited, a woman, who he didn't recognize from the original group which had been trapped in the cage made herself known and present to everyone, specially by specifically making use of his previous points (even if it was in a more informal manner).

He nodded amicably to the woman, soon enough returning to the conversation at hand while feeling slightly nervous at the defensiveness of his partner. There was more messes in-between, including a silly, familiar face he was glad to see up to his amusing shenanigans and accidental innuendos.

Regardless, the conversation was able to move back into business at Lex's behest as he just about satisfiedevery single inquiry that had been done from visuals to explanations... yet, the cleric remained somewhat wary, but would attempt to cooperate from here onwards at least a bit. Expression remaining unreadable, he split from his support of the wall, more willing to engage with the business at hand from the display of transparency (If still not trusting the intentions of Luthor just yet).

First, someone tried to take leadership of affairs with a solid (if basic) plan, only to his nekomata to assert her independance and displaying her flawless shapeshifting to accentuate the point of her uselfulness... the cleric could only smile wryly, scratching his cheek for a moment before letting a sigh escape his lips.

This feeling of wryness would only intensify as the eccentricly-dressed woman teased Berit over her possessiveness... The duke knew what he would need to do later, but that came after addressing the plans first. Following up was a buff man who supported the initial plan from their fellow eccentricly-dressed men (What is up with so many skin-tight suits...).

"I do have a suggestion, and that is to further separate the categories into smaller groups that are meant to compliment lacking shortcomings between members, or emphasize affinities. To lead a big group of people or even three without further sub-divisions will get messy quickly, and though I have the experience, asserting yourself to be a group leader without knowing its members is a fool's errand... and not everyone will have the same level of energy and cooperation." He looked towards his partner for a moment, a pleading look which implied a request of cooperation before turning back to a more confident expression.

"Above that, as demonstrated by Berit here and her flawless shapeshifting, the tactical side specifically will need sub-divisions to be effective and make full use of available skills." His body language and hand-gestures showed resolve and confidence, punctuating specific and relevant words as he spoke, from waving to pointing to fluid motions, etc.

"We should also do two more things" Finally starting to leave his corner of the window and walking towards the middle of the room with two fingers raised, he stared at the rest of the crowd with confidence.

"First, we need to reserve the watch usages for emergencies, if we are being limited to three usages, the last thing one should do with a device akin to teleportation and 'summoning' all at once is waste it." His first finger lowered, only leaving his index raised.

"We'll need to define the implications of the categories and commit to paper or some registered way as to what each person can do, and organize the teams accordingly... to do lesser will be messy, and if we are doing something akin to bounty-hunting someone powerful, the last thing we should do is be sloppy." Finally, a slightly tired sigh escaped the duke's lips before looking around the crowd, moving towards the counter and leaning with his back against it in a relaxed manner.

"Any further suggestions or complaint about my own?" Politeness returned to his tone after the speech was finished, a small and nice smile on the man's lips as he waited in silence.


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Dris turned their head towards Hershel, their ears actually perking up as he spoke... Frankly, they liked the way he thought! It reminded them so SO dearly of... their old pack master, Ecret... Their... father...

... Maybe being trapped here was a little more distressing than they originally percieved.

Nonetheless, they creeped around the Chosen Hunter, and creeped just a little bit closer, intrigued.

"... Hershel man-thing...? You chitter wise words, yes..." Dris lowly spoke, before diverting their attention back up to the Chosen Hunter.

Who knew a man-thing could be smart. Sure they weren't smart like rat folk, but there was still SOME intelligence.

Mentions: @RirisStride1 @Lazaro1505 @TheRealMonaMona
In ArcRift 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The Chosen Hunter

Other than that, within the corner of his eye, the same comically large rat creature looked like it was about to speak to him, before shutting up and just getting closer to the Hunter. Now that definitely interested the Chosen. What was this rat thinking of accomplishing? Was it looking for some cheese in his back pocket? The tall blue skinned ‘man’ didn’t care for the reason, only the fact they did such.

May as well ‘poke the bear with a stick’, as the Chosen squatted down from his full height of 9’2’ (and even then, was somewhat taller than Dris due to the size comparison here), as he gave one good look at the face of the rat humankind, before saying “You know, it’s rude to be going up to people, and not introducing yourselves. Although, I’m not bothered by this fact, just… mentioning it for further guidance. Nonetheless, you got a specific reason for coming up to me? Perhaps my weapons surely interest you… considering your get-up, I take it you don’t even know what a ‘firearm’ is, much less, a magnetic-rifle.” the Chosen said, more or less wanting to start a conversation regarding his own weapons, the somewhat large sniper rifle on his back called the ‘Darklance’, as well as the revolver like pistol attached to the right hip of his body called ‘Darkclaw’. He especially loved telling stories about these weapons, so, may as well provoke the chance of such occurring.

But before the Hunter could think more about the use of such information, he only mentally face palmed at the very next words coming from some blue haired swordsman (seriously, what is the deal with this group and swords, are they asking to be shot from someone one mile away while they flailing around with their out-of-date weapons, attempting to make them relevant again only to fail miserably when introduced to the wonders of modern technology) who had completely changed the tone of the situation from something actually serious for once to that of a sit-com. Other than the arrival of some confident looking woman who looked more like they belonged in some sort of fashion show, the Hunter merely turned back to face Dris once again, crouching down to his level once more and saying “And to think we are gonna be dealing with this for the rest of our ‘little stay’ here. Heh, hopefully there’s some sort of compensation for going through this kind of ‘torture’ in the coming days.” The Chosen finished, and while it was said quieter than usual, it didn’t take much for others to hear him, especially with him taking a quick glance at the other individuals here.

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Shantae, Luthor, Lilith, “What happened to the girl” squad, Joel, Hershel, Bayonetta


"... What-what- I know what a rifle is, stupid man-thing weapon!" Dris scrunched up their snout as this... very VERY tall man-thing... they had the feeling they had bitten off more than they could chew talking to him- but NO MATTER! Dris wasn't the type to just... back down from anything!

"And- no care for man-thing greetings, simply seeing- smelling who you were, yes-yes... you-you, different from the others, are you not?" Dris questioned as they began circling around this... man-thing.

"Hngg... Compensation... yes-yes, need-want something for efforts... hngg... what do you-you think it could be?" Dris tilted their head, and then continued circling him, as if the question was more rhetorical, and not meant to be anwered.

However... on their third lap around the hunter, Dris heard... a sound...



"I guess I shouldn't ask, but this isn't another game is it? And why does the rat talk? .. Wait, gonna take a pic."

Rindo pulled out his phone, taking a picture of the rat and attempting to send it to Swallow. It really didn't make sense to him, but he could really care less at this point.

@cadesmith@Spooky Birb


"HNGG hggg... what-what? Have you never seen rat-folk, before, stupid man-thing?" Dris turned towards Rindo, bearing... very sharp looking front teeth, their tail curling around, and their paw reaching in the folds of their clothes for... something. "What-what did you do, with man-thing creation?" Dris nodded downwards, looking at the phone, and then back up at Rindo angrily. They took a step forward, snuffling the air, but not getting too close to Rindo, not yet... They then looked back up at the Hunter, as if silently asking for his input on this... man-thing.

Mentions: @TheRealMonaMona @Lazaro1505
In ArcRift 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Upon... hearing... the mention of cheese... Dris huffed, looking up at this... this... WHOEVER this was! Who was he!? What kind of... man-thing even... They opened their mouth to speak but...

No. No no. They had gotten into enough quarrels for today, and didn't... really want to start another. So, they simply bore their teeth at the strange human, and shoved another apple in their pocket, leaving the fruit bowl completely empty.

However, they did stick close to the man-thing, beginning to grow... curious. Even if... there were OTHER things going on the room, things Dris didn't even CARE for. All they cared about now was... whatever... whatever this man-thing was... At least for the moment.

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In ArcRift 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

"... No. Not friend." Dris looked at the strange... blue... beast. And.. then?? They simply scuttled away, far too confused to even attempt conversation with the creature. They'd just let this... blue... thing... deal with Spamton.

It was his problem now!

Dris had finally become... calm. At least as calm as a Ratfolk can be. They had been scuttling around the cage ever since having met with that Spamton fellow, they had become less panicked and more curious, sniffing around the cage to fine a crack in the glass, a draft, any sign of escape. But alas, it seemed everyone was trapped... DRIS was trapped...

Trapped and... and hungry... and in a room with a cat and a wolf that had tried to eat them...

BUT that wasn't a problem, right?? People had intervened! There were SOME furless creatures at least that DID have sense! So... so for now, Dris felt SOMEWHAT safe.

And yet, the moment Dris was beginning to settle... SHE came back, and Dris felt some... horrible anger surge through their little body, and- and they-

... Oh the door opened...

Dris no longer was angry. It was that simple. ANYONE nearby would have seen Dris's fur go from standing on end to smoothing down to a nice sheen.

Dris followed with the rest of the group, weaving in between others, not really caring too much about getting close.

The room they were all presented with however...

Dris looked... revolted. Such waste of fabric and material, for flaunts of wealth and power?

... There was... fruit... however...

Dris went straight for the fruit sitting on the table and began sneaking a few-

... ALL of them. AAAAALL of them, being carefully picked up in little rat paws, and being stashed away in some of the many many pockets hidden in their clothing...

And THEN Dris heard the man speaking, their arm flinching, almost dropping the pear in the paw. They quickly pocketed it, listening to this... wow... This... was the most furless man-thing they had ever seen. How did the possibly keep safe? With no fur to protect their body, any weapon could easily pierce their soft flesh!

... Was that the point!? Was the man-thing flaunting its power through... shown vulnerability?

The little rat stared at him with... an expression. It wasn't angry, or aggressive, or awestruck, or contemplative, or even surprised. It was simply a look.

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In ArcRift 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Dris squinted at the strange strange little goblin...

"S... Spamton-thing... hnggg..." They looked at his hand, and then back to him, and hesitantly shook it. "Strange... strange name... hngg yes strange indeed..." Dris looked the creature up and down a few more times, when Hershel caught their attention, stating he needed to... eat?

"AH- yes-yes... enjoy eat-break yes... Will not bother..." Dris seemed to smile, somewhat... mischeviously? They wrung their little paws together and put their gloves back on. For now... They'd leave Hershel alone. The little ratfolk brushed back their fur on their snout, saying one last little thing to Hershel.

"Will use... rock thing later, yes? May come in handy much later, Hershel man-thing. Thank-"

Dris stopped, interrupted by a sound... a... a strange one... as Spamton fell to the ground, looking rather dazed.

"... What-what happened to Spamton-thing..." Dris stood in shock, looking around for... what... had... what was that blue thing??

Mentions: @RirisStride1 @duskkyy @Starmaker
In ArcRift 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Tosai “Fret” Furesawa
Fret’s fit as a fiddle.



"Nice to meetcha, Dris! But, me? A soldier? Nah, but I was a Player once! Freaky experience, I should tell you about it sometime!"

He kept his hand still as the rodent sniffed his hand… kinda weird, but to be fair, they were an animal. Though, Fret’s smile became a frown as Dris showed disgust at the Player’s scent. Come on, really? The perfume wasn’t that bad! Was it? "Oh, uuuh- sorry? Usually everyone’s fine with it! The brand’s really popular too… then again, guess it isn’t for everyone."

The teenager got up, looking to Voss and tilting his head. "I think I’m doing pretty good at being sociable, maybe I can help ease the pain or something! So, let’s start with an icebreaker - cool accent! Where’d you get it from?" Fret, you absolute dumbass.

...first time? FIRST TIME? Voss knows about this kinda stuff?

Tosai followed Voss, gently grabbing the sea captain’s wrist. His hands were actually really soft, to be honest. "So you know what’s going on? Spilll it then, gramps! Please."

As Schezo made his demands, Fret looked over, calling out to the slobbering Wegey: "I think this guy’s got it! Come over and he’ll tell you!"

Voss, from player to character, I am so fucking sorry.





"Not... Soldier? Player??... WEIRD man-thing words... WEIRD SCENT!!" Dris snuffled, not speaking crossly, rather as if they were saying facts. With confidence, sureness.

They could see that Fret was now a bit occupied... which they didn't mind. As nice company as the man-thing seemed to be, his scent was less than desirable perhaps once the strange exotic spice had dulled, Dris could stand to be in the same vicinity as him.

Then... Dris looked over to where the man-thing Hershel had gone, and saw... something rather odd.

Some sort of strange construct, standing before him, rambling off with words Dris couldn't even BEGIN to recognize, and they were suddenly very interested. They HAD wanted to approach Hershel later, once they cooled off, but now they also wanted to see what this... thing was. It had pale skin that didn't even look real... and it's hair...

This was no ordinary man-thing, no... they were eye catching, unique in some weird way.

Dris would have even mistaken them for some sort of weird genasi, or perhaps a tiefling, with the hair and skin.

So, without hesitation, Dris approached directly behind the strange black haired manthing, and began sniffling a few inches away.

... Garbage... Gods, man-things were so awful at keeping themselves clean, but this was a whole new level...

Dris could also smell some sort of... hair product? The kind that some humans used to keep their hair in place. It was strong... made Dris scrunch their snout up.

They could also smell some sort of other man-thing product... they believed it was called... 'cologne'... weird name. It ALSO smelled terrible to Dris!

They also smelled... burnt, and acidic... in a weird way... Dris didn't want to think about what that might mean.

Lastly... the final smell...

...

Something... very sad. Very emotional... like pent up aggression that, when released, would just turn into a bunch of sob fests...
"... Who-who are you..." Dris scrunched their nose up, looking rightfully disgusted at the scent, and looking back up at Hershel, as if asking 'who the hell is this guy', with only their eyes.

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In ArcRift 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Suddenly, Dris was attacked. Fret was right about to use a Psych before it ceased, as he scooched closer to them to make sure they were alright. “Holy shit- are you okay?” It looked like the rodent was fine, but… yeesh, that was close.

Adopting a softer tone, Fret gave a kind smile to Dris, once more putting out his hand. “Call me Fret. Whadda 'bout yours?” He’s already said his full name quite a few times, so not saying it once wouldn’t hurt, right?





"Eugh... I am... Dris." The little ratfolk spoke, not as harshly as they had been speaking earlier, simply... speaking at a lower volume. "... You-you fight well... you are a soldier, yes?" They scuttled onto their paws, brushing the last of the dirt off of their clothes and fur, and pocketed the gem. They'd use it once they weren't so frazzled... for now...

Maybe they should chill for a bit for once. So... might as well get familiar with this Fret, taking a small step forwards and snuffling at his hand.

Smells like...

... Vanilla bean... an exotic spice, at least up in the northlands... getting your hands on vanilla was a rare sight...

That didn't mean it smelled nice to Dris, though. Their nose scrunched up at the strong scent, and they even sneezed softly.

"EUGH... Smells like... baked goods..." They covered their nose with a paw, huffing...

They couldn't believe it.

Marshmallows and Vanilla.

Unbelievable.

Mentions: @teapartybs @Cloaked
In ArcRift 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Before the Hershel could even answer Dris's questioning, the young rat felt something... terrifying.

A harsh bite at their shoulder, pressure building up on their clothing, threatening to break through and get at their tissue underneath, weight on top of them, CRUSHING, suffocating, engulfing!! Dris couldn't comprehend what was happening at first, they felt like they were drowning, felt their body jerk in reaction as they tried to squirm away from- from...

A wolf.

The ratfolk tried to yank away, over and over, pushing with their paw at the wolf-thing's shoulder, making GENUINE panicked screams and squeaks that sounded like nails on a chalkboard, yet... more pitiful and frightened. Even though the teeth had not gotten to their skin yet, Dris could feel it tearing at

"HRRRGH- AAAAGH!! GET-GET OFF ME, FUR-THING- YOU- YOU-" Dris shouted, as they raised a shaky paw in the air. In it was now revealed a- a dagger... made of green metal and adornments, a bright blue gem at the end of the handle.

And it was now raised above the ratfolk's head, aiming for their aggressor.

"DIE-DIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Dris was about to plunge the knife down... when... when...

As soon as it started... it ceased...

The pressure was removed from Dris's shoulder, revealing visible gouges in the thick animal hide fabric.

"W... what... what-what..." Dris's chest slowly rose and lowered, as they took very VERY deep breaths.

"I..." They tried to speak again, but simply gripped the curved dagger in their hand and held it very close to their chest, the way a child might hold a doll, like it was some precious item they never could let go of.

And it was. It was so important to them...

The slowly rolled over, their vision of the world clearing, their senses returning to normal. They didn't even bother looking where the wolf had gone, they had been so frightened... Dris's ratty ears began to rotate around as they suddenly registered Hershel's voice, speaking to them.


He turned to the place the poor rat-folk had been suddenly attacked, looking with a touch of sympathy amidst the polite neutrality. Maneuvering the small magical stone in his hand, he places it on top of his thumb before speaking up.

"Hey, rat-fellow, catch" The piece of magic jewelry was skillfully tossed so they could catch it easily, right after a slight smirk being shown towards the animal person.

"Use this to fix your clothing before anything else. We can talk later if you want" A more casual and kinder tone was used this time, still hints of politeness but far less deliberate about being 'pure business' than the last instance.
Next, he turned to the puppet who had ultimately undone their stupid decision, but the duke had a feeling they would be troubled again if he didn't at least try to do something about it. With a slight sigh, he walked up to the puppet of unknown name, took out the bullion from his pocket... and spoke up.


"W... what what..." Dris caught the stone, for once their coy attitude melted away by the shock of having their shoulder bitten.

"... Ok... ok-yes..." Dris nodded, shakily holding the stone in one hand, and using the other to sheathe their dagger somewhere underneath their clothing, concealing it once more. Sneaky little thing, hiding it so well under bulky clothing...

Dris then turned back to Fret and Ralsei, brushing their own fur back down with a hand.

"... What... what-what you say your name was, man-thing?" They looked up at Fret, their ears pinning down to show... non-hostility.

Mentions: @RirisStride1 @Cloaked @Starmaker @teapartybs @QizPizza @Thatguyinastore
In ArcRift 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dris Mocitch

Dris was in shock... watching Negan fly across the room...

...

They pointed and laughed again, a goblin-y laugh, that sounded scratchy and gutteral.

"HAHAAA!!! WHAT YOU GET-GET, STUPID MAN-THING!!!" They smiled widely, their mouth open, displaying their sharpened teeth. However, something else happened that surprised the little rat. A man approached Negan's UNFORTUNATELY still living body.




A mess of a start


Just like everyone else, the older man had ended up fainting and being brought into the cage... but at the very least, he had not been dragged in without a familiar face. There was a distinct Siamese cat with a luxurious piece of jewelry on its neck that had hopped onto his shoulder that first chance once both were awake.

For this ocassion, the cleric had chosen to remain quiet and observe the situation, the glass cage not really stressing him much and neither did seeing Negan get electrocuted... he had met the man a year back, it seems that regardless of instance, his character is the same.

Yet, there was a myriad of situations happening all at once around him while sitting on the floor. Some emotional reunions, some ridiculous yet amusing demeanor by others, and other people who were plain and simple already either hurting each other, or trying to do so.

They were completely forgetting the fact that in a tense situation, the last thing people should do is reduce their numbers. Hershel's lips let escape an exasperated sigh all of the sudden, as he carefully stood up from his sitting spot and started walking in the direction of Negan, a man he didn't like, but that didn't mean he didn't deserve a base of decency in this new situation.

Without saying a word, the duke carefully crouched onto the floor besides the unsconscious man, and grabbed onto their prized bat with careful handling. After looking at it for a moment, he gently placed it over Negan's lap, and placed the KOed man's arms over it before nodding to himself, and standing up.

Turning in the direction of the people who had played along in the conflict, he showed a small and polite smile.

"So... since the troublesome man has been knocked out, shall we try to keep things more amicable? I would prefer the wait to be tainted by the least amount of troublesome situations possible. Oh and, the name is Hershel." The tone itself was also very polite and seems to be giving the impression of carefully chosen words. Yet, also obviously seemed to expect at least some form of response from everyone involved in the bashing of Negan's head or was about to strike at them, the way his eyes had locked onto the specific people seemed to suggest as much.

@Thatguyinastore@Spooky Birb@teapartybs@Kagebaka


"..." Dris scuttled over to the man, tilting their head inquisitively, and beginning to circle him. What... WAS he trying to do, putting the bat back onto Negan's lap?

They leaned in closer, and began slowly circling him... Their snout snuffling at his hands, their gaze calculated and curious.

Dris could smell... Paper... This man-thing must do lots of work with it! Maybe he was a scribe, or perhaps handled important work!

Cotton... a very pleasant smelling fabric to Dris. Not many wore it in the Northlands, because it didn't grow well in the cold. They preferred animal furs, which smelled... just alright.

Silk, as well! A VERY expensive fabric, that Dris... smiled at. This man MUST have been very important!

Blue dyes... which Dris could see on his clothing. It smelled of a very high quality.

And lastly... a DREADED smell.

C A T.

Dris scrunched up their nose, shivering, and brushing off their snout as if something had just tainted the fur.

"... Who... Who are you..." They spoke up, tilting their head and squinting, as if to get a better look at him.

Mentions: @RirisStride1 @ANYONE INVOLED WITH THE CURRENT NEGAN SITUATION, Somewhat open to interaction
In ArcRift 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dris Mocitch


Aaaannnd now, Negan was turning back around.



The bearded man - for all his faults, always managed to smile, even in the darkest of times. Negan was quite the good sport, after all! He'd been roasted by men, woman, and children alike - but never before had a Goddamn rat had the stones to show some lip. Hell, rats usually didn't have the stones to talk at all! At least, not around him they didn't.

"Now firstly," Negan said upon reaching Dris again. He looked down at the hooded creature, squinting at it. God, how easy it'd be to just take his dirty girl and bash this fucker's brains in - right here in front of everyone in the cage. But him and Lucille... they were classier than that. And Lucille? Oh, well Lucille had plans. Plans which started by the man grabbing a handful of his own junk and flexing it for the rat to see. "It ain't man-thing. I'm packin' more in these here jeans than you've seen in 'yer life. And second..."

Negan proceeded to scoop up Lucille and hold her out, putting her business end right up in the rodent's face.



"Lucille is one filthy girl - and that's just how she damn well likes it!" Negan inched closer, putting her right under Dris' nose. Not only could they smell the stench of dried blood and brain matter on the bat - but they could very clearly see it, too. "And I would just hate for you two to get off on the wrong foot. So why don't you be a good little mouse, and say you're sorry."

@Spooky Birb @Cloaked @teapartybs


Dris grunted, feeling... Pissed at being interrupted from their potential conversation!!!

"... HRRnnggg... NO CARE for man-thing's STUPID stick, END DISCUSSION NOW-NOW!!" They revealed their teeth, sharpened and a bit yellow, characteristic of a proper ratfolk trained for killing.

They were about to stand up, and challenge the man-thing... when... suddenly...

Aaaaand great, the rat's getting threatened! Yeah, that's not gonna fly with Fret. Putting on a brave face, the former Player got up, then running towards Negan. Fret began to cry out as he attempted to slice the leathery man's bat! Should he succeed, the bat will be cut down to the grip, the barrel falling and clattering to the ground. Even if Fret got the tiniest chip off the bat, he'd then called out loud and clear, right in Negan's face: "Watch it, unless you want a piece a' Fret!"




The retaliation from the OTHER man-thing caught Dris by surprise. ESPECIALLY since this was the SAME man-thing they had silently challenged when talking to Ralsei-thing! Dris felt some... sort of...

Warmth, in their heart, that some man-thing was... standing up for them.

... Dris had never seen a... a human do that for ANY ratfolk... Nor for any beast...

"What-what? Is this...? Meaning?" They tilted their head, their snout scrunching up at Fret in curiosity... However, the attention to Fret was very short lived...

Had it not been for him shouting like a total dumbass, then the boy might've actually gotten the jump on Negan! But alas (for him that is), that was as far from the case as one could get. Because as soon as he came slashing forward with that attack toward his bat, Negan just barely managed to stumble back and out of the way. However, due to the sudden shift in weight, Negan wasn't able to hold his balance for very long, and as such had fallen over within seconds.



"NO!"


Negan shouted this at the top of his lungs after immediately leaping back up to his feet. No attacks were made - however what he did do was angrily point Lucille right in Tousai's face. The smile was gone - replaced by a look that could only read as animalistic anger. And with said look came an equally animalistic growl, as well as a shake of Negan's head,

"Ohhh... no..."

And then, Negan began to back away for a moment, practically forcing out a smile as well as a chuckle. The bearded man shook his head then, while wiping down his cheek with one of his gloved hands...

And then almost on a heel, Negan turned and charged forward with a swing, aiming to bash that little shit's skull in.

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Dris felt the air around them go cold as they watched the bat-weilding-psychopathic-man-thing charge towards Fret, and instinctively, they dashed forwards, aiming to intercept the aggressor.

How?

They charged on all fours, scuttling low to the ground as a proper assassin should, slinking right behind Negan. They held their breath and tensed their body as their muscular rat-tail whipped around Negan's ankle, and Dris tightened the grip, in attempt to trip him- or at LEAST slow him down!!! ANYTHING to protect this... human... who had gone out of their way to protect... a little beast...

"YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!" Dris snarled at Negan, bearing their teeth once more and yanking their tail to complete the attempted counter, praying that it would work on him...

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