[Kitchen]
"A disease? Ye fink I could've got it?" :smalleek:
They were making out. :smalltongue:
Ermine takes another swig of rum. Though I probably shouldn't have to mention this by now.
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[Kitchen]
"A disease? Ye fink I could've got it?" :smalleek:
They were making out. :smalltongue:
Ermine takes another swig of rum. Though I probably shouldn't have to mention this by now.
[Kitchen]
"Umm..." Reinholdt realizes a fatal flaw in the fabrication of his lies.
"I, umm... doubt it. Is your tongue blue?"
[Kitchen]
"I dunno."
Ermine sticks her tongue out and tries to look down at it. She's learned from Reinholdt's mistake and doesn't try to talk, instead giving him an inquiring look. Her tongue isn't blue, of course, unless the stain from the drug is transmitted by kissing. :smalltongue:
[Kitchen]
I don't think so.
Reinholdt shakes his head. "Normal."
[Kitchen]
Ermine withdraws her tongue.
"Oh, good. I guess it ain't a disease then. I bet it'll jus' wash off wit' some rum." :smallsmile:
The pirate drinks some rum! Even though she isn't the one that needs to wash a stain off. :smalltongue:
Tumbili undeatimes. He rubs his eyes sleepily, jumps down from the tree and walks over to the door of the main cabin. He knocks, again, hoping someone will answer him this time. He doesn't want to be rude, but he is now for some reason determined to get in.
[Kitchen]
Reinholdt doesn't bother pointing out that if it was a disease, Ermine would have a blue tongue the next day or so, not a few minutes later.
Instead he just takes a sip of rum, as per her suggestion.
And then tilts his head at the knocking.
"I'll get it."
Reinholdt goes to open the door!
Tumbili jumps slightly at the sudden opening of the door. He hoped for it, but didn't really expect it. He grins widely at whomever is holding and raises his hand in a friendly wave.
"Hi, my name is Tumbili!"
[Main Cabin]
Reinholdt is... umm... hard to describe. But through a series of incidents, he basically looks like what's described below.
SpoilerMerely a man. A really, really amazing man. Screw Jazirian, Harth, Fanboy, even... Wait. He's probably, in fact, the most attractive humanoid to have ever walked the universes, in an over-hyped, inhuman, Stephenie Meyer described, kinda way. Take Amour’s intrigue (without the weird loner, and lover, issues), Nomlas’ boldness (without the uncouth idiocy, and ignoring the occasional bouts of OMG-cowardice), Vespe’s flair (without the moral weakness – don’t try and deny it), Butler’s sexiness (without the overtones of rank easiness), Fanboy’s gothic impressiveness (without the tendency to get on your nerves), and everyone else good looking you can think of’s attractiveness (without that ugly stench of mortality). He has slightly pointed ears, pale, almost luminous skin, big, red-pink eyes, lacking pupils, and a wiry, muscular physique, that screams effortlessness. He's flaming hawt. Of course, anyone who was in the Waves plot might recognise the form of Prince Kaelaroth Maschin of Magtok-Armennia.
He's wearing jeans, boots, and a leather jacket, in addition to a blue shirt underneath, largely chosen as his dress of choice to protect against unexpected zombie attacks. A pretty, if non-descript necklace hangs around his neck. On his pointer finger, not ring finger, is a bright ring with a small gem inset into it. Attached to his belt is a wicked looking dragon tooth knife, ammo for his rifle, and a pouch holding the lockpick set he wants people to find when they search him, the secret set hidden in his boots. Slung over his back is his ever present sniper rifle.
When he's busy being human anyways.
Reinholdt frowns and replies.
"Hello there. I'm Reinholdt, Treasure Hunter Extraordinaire." He gives his flourish.
Tumbili resembles my avvie, a large monkey in clothes with bamboo rod
Tumbili scratches his head at the flourish of Reinholdt, and doesn't seem to notice his amazing looks. he simply replies by inquiring
"This seems like a very nice place you guys got here. What exactly is it?"
[Main Cabin]
"Ermine! I think one of your relatives is here!" Reinholdt calls back.
Before returning his attention to the monkey.
"This is the Good League of Good. That's the name anyways."
[Main Cabin]
"Eh?"
Ermine goes to the door, peering over Reinholdt's shoulder. She is a blond woman dressed like a pirate with the ears and tail of a weasel, and holding a bottle of rum. She looks at the monkey with confusion.
"I don' fink so. Could be."
She gives a grin, her small sharp canine teeth showing as she does so.
"I be Ermine."
Tumbili seems still a little confused...
"What kinda name is Good League of Good? Isn't that kinda repetitive? And how can you hunt treasure, isn't it mostly inanimate? Or do you like chase down golden animals or something?"
[Main Cabin]
Reinholdt introduces Ermine. "This is Tumblii. I think he's lost." In the head.
Reinholdt addresses Tumblii again. "I didn't pick the name and I have seen gold literally stand up and run before, so yes, you can chase it."
Tumbili chuckles slightly
"I'm not lost (entirely) just looking for a place to stay, and this place had really great natural scenery which is something I miss from back home. So I was wondering if I could perhaps stay here?"
At this point, he gives the ultimate pouty face if ever you've seen one. Big eyes, pouty lip, the whole enchilada. He looks like he taught puppies how to do this look.
[Main Cabin]
Reinholdt, being a grumpy cat in reality, wants nothing more than to shout NO! in Tumblii's face and slam the door. Almost does it too.
But something holds him back. And it isn't the puppy eyes.
"Sure. Stay as long as you want." He says, standing aside to let Tumblii in.
Tumbili can slightly sense Reinholdts hesitation to let him in, so he decides it's probably not in his best interest to pull off his usual antics at the present. So, instead of cartwheeling in like he normally would, he just walks in normally, finds a comfy place to sit and says graciously
"Thank you very much. May I ask something? If this place is a league, than that means there's a group of people, right? And so you would have like a mission, or something in common, a connection. What is that? "
[Main Cabin]
"You're right. A lot of people stay in the various cabins you saw outside. The purpose of the group is largely general charity work and medical assistance, though it's primary listed goal is the redemption of evildoers." Reinholdt rocks on his feet a bit and closes the front door.
Tumbili nods thoughtfully
"I see....So, where do I sign?"
[Main Cabin]
"Oh, you want to join, huh? Well... I have forms, but I can't grant membership." Reinholdt will get the monkey a form.
"That's ok. Who can?"
[Main Cabin]
"Umm... a couple of people. Quinn, Zamira, Shrike, Andy, Susan and some others." Reinholdt frowns. He doesn't know all of them.
"Do you know where any are right now?"
[Main Cabin]
Reinholdt frowns again. He sure does frown a lot. "Not immediately. But you can just walk around, I'm sure you'll find one soon enough."
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"Well..." The little blonde says, "Jamie said her teacher Charity can paint and make things come to life with magic." She smiles broadly. "Can you teach me to do that?"
Tumbili shrugs indifferently.
He then sniffs around and questions "Do you have any bananas?"
[Main Cabin]
"Should have some right in there." Reinholdt says, pointing at the kitchen.
Tumbili, deciding it probably best not to aggrivate the already seeming slightly irritated humanoid, and figuring it also best to make a good first impression, ignores his usual instinct to run like a mad animal towards the said direction, and instead asks
"May I have some?"
[Main Cabin]
"Well... yeah. So long as you don't eat us into the poorhouse or anything, you can help yourself." Reinholdt says.
Tumbili can hardly contain himself any longer. He nods graciously and runs into the kitchen, using his trusty nose until he finds the delicious yellow little pieces of paradise. He then grabs the bunch in his tail, takes one, peels it, and proceeds to consume it, slowly at first, enjoying every morsel. Then, it kind of turns slightly barbaric, as he takes much larger bites. After about 3 or 4, he puts the bunch back, very reluctantly, but minding his manners.
"Thank you." he grins.