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last online May 15, 2020 18:31:48 GMT -6
Outlaw
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Apr 2, 2020 9:40:56 GMT -6
Post by Grimalde Selvaggio on Apr 2, 2020 9:40:56 GMT -6
[attr="class","cmon"] [attr="class","cmonbox"]  [attr="class","cmonlyrics"]
Go faster alone or go further together
It's all gonna help out, it won't last forever
Every good somethin' started from dust
And we ain't got nothin' but nothin's enough [attr="class","cmonbody"]The rain poured, a thousand cold needles that struck the roofs of Colbagne soon after the sky turned evening dark. Accustomed, but still disgruntled, a florist packed in their outdoor display and rushed back inside, hoping to save their spring bloom from the storm.
A heavy foot splashed across the puddles quickly forming over the cobble walkways. The figure was tall and hunched, moving as if carrying a heavy weight. A long snout tilted up, ignoring the cold droplets falling over its nose to sniff a most delectable scent.
The trail led to a little hole-in-the-wall bakery down market street. Its windows shone with a bright yet pleasant light, like a fireplace in the cold winter. Its little wooden door opened, the stranger plodding inside and leaving a faint puddle trail. The water turned up clear. The evidence had been washed away long before he arrived.
The stranger shook himself, more out of impulse than a purposeful rudeness, though he was much too tired to feel ashamed. The cold was seeping into his dark fur and he’d come quite a way. The scent was even stronger here, stoking his hunger.
“… Evening.” His voice was gruff, as if politeness took effort. “What do you serve here?”
[attr="class","cmontag"] Bumble - 206 - feed him [googlefont="Yantramanav"] [newclass=.cmon]width:450px;background-color:#1E1E1E;padding:25px;border:2px solid #292929;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonbox]width:420px;margin-bottom:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonlyrics]text-align:justify;line-height:14px;color:#858585;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase;float:left;width:300px;margin-left:15px;height:85px;border-top:2px #292929 solid;border-bottom:2px #292929 solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonbody]text-align:justify;line-height:18px;color:#999;font-family:'Yantramanav';font-size:13px;padding:25px;margin-bottom:-10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonbody b]color:#8b6fad; font-size: 14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmontag]text-align:justify;line-height:14px;color:#777;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase;border-top:2px #292929 solid;width:405px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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played by Sleepy
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last online May 11, 2020 12:35:25 GMT -6
Civilian
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Apr 3, 2020 12:56:06 GMT -6
Post by Bumble on Apr 3, 2020 12:56:06 GMT -6
[attr="class","graves"] [attr="class","image"]  [attr="class","lyrics"]And sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all [attr="class","postcontent"] Bumble was trying to clean up- it had been a slow day, which was perfectly fine by her. Wood was stacked near the fireplace, her display counters polished, and all the windows now solidly closed. While she liked rain- liked the way it cooled the air, or the pitter-patter it made against her roof- she didn't like it getting inside. Her last customer had left, maybe twenty minutes ago, and so Bums took to wiping down the big table, humming a bit to herself as she worked. She'd have to get started on some sourdough starters soon, and prep breakfast dough for the early morning... It was constant work, but she never minded. It kept her head and paws full, and that was all that mattered. Second, of course, to taking care of everyone. Bumble paused as she heard the door open, smiling before she even looked. "Good evening!" Even with the downpour, this person was downtrodden and worn- and Bumble made it her mission to help just those people. "I have some roast cooking, and I'm just ab-"She broke off with a small squeak, rushing to Grimalde Selvaggio's side. "You're soaking wet! Come sit by the fire." She said, taking one of the zoroark's talons in her paw and gently leading him towards the fireplace. "Here- Let me get you a towel and blanket, and I'll bring some food." She promised, hurrying up the stairs. Bums scampered up to her room, gathering two towels and a blanket that had been thrown over her chair- perhaps too small for the zoroark, but it was all she had. Carefully, she made her way back down the stairs, trying to blindly not fall. "Here-" She said, offering the pile to her newest guest. "Which do you want to drink? I've got coffee, cocoa, cider-" [newclass=".graves"]--graves-bg-color: #1e1e1e; --graves-fg-color: #fefefe; --graves-font-color: #c5c5c5;[/newclass] [googlefont=Montserrat:300,400|Sen:700&display=swap]
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played by spibe
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last online May 15, 2020 18:31:48 GMT -6
Outlaw
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Apr 11, 2020 3:06:16 GMT -6
Post by Grimalde Selvaggio on Apr 11, 2020 3:06:16 GMT -6
[attr="class","cmon"] [attr="class","cmonbox"] [attr="class","cmonlyrics"]
Go faster alone or go further together
It's all gonna help out, it won't last forever
Every good somethin' started from dust
And we ain't got nothin' but nothin's enough [attr="class","cmonbody"]
There came a greeting, and the voice reminded him of the sound you hear from squeezing a Snom in your hand, or like the chirp of a baby bird falling out of a nest. His ears twitched as a series of tiny little thumps fast approached him.
The thing had grabbed his talon, and he was a little taken aback. There were times when his body would move on its own accord, mainly to protect him: he hadn’t even noticed his arm had drawn back to strike, but it seemed he snapped out at the right time. It would’ve been very awkward to demand food after attacking the owner.
Still, despite her gentle touch, he found himself leaning away from the contact. He wanted to wretch his hand out of her grasp but it felt like even the slightest tug would send the tiny thing careening through the cottage-style windows. Instead he found himself being led to the homely fireplace, where he settled in as soon as he was sure the owner wouldn’t be squashed under his feet.
He rejected the chair she offered when she returned. Better to stand and warm up as much of himself as he could, but he did accept the offer of the towel after a cautious sniff or two. It smelled like cookies and vanilla. He threw it over his head and tried to wring out his hair. “Cider,” came his response after all his silence, still facing the flames.
He returned the towel after a beat. The fabric had been soaked through and sagged over his arm. “You said you were preparing roast?” And he stared, deeply puzzled by her presence until the next question came slipping off his tongue. “What... are you, exactly?” An espurr, surely. But were they always so small? Was this some kind of dwarfish variant?
[attr="class","cmontag"] Bumble - 300 - bumble what are you [googlefont="Yantramanav"] [newclass=.cmon]width:450px;background-color:#1E1E1E;padding:25px;border:2px solid #292929;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonbox]width:420px;margin-bottom:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonlyrics]text-align:justify;line-height:14px;color:#858585;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase;float:left;width:300px;margin-left:15px;height:85px;border-top:2px #292929 solid;border-bottom:2px #292929 solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonbody]text-align:justify;line-height:18px;color:#999;font-family:'Yantramanav';font-size:13px;padding:25px;margin-bottom:-10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonbody b]color:#8b6fad; font-size: 14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmontag]text-align:justify;line-height:14px;color:#777;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase;border-top:2px #292929 solid;width:405px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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played by Sleepy
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last online May 11, 2020 12:35:25 GMT -6
Civilian
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Apr 13, 2020 10:01:43 GMT -6
Post by Bumble on Apr 13, 2020 10:01:43 GMT -6
[attr="class","graves"] [attr="class","image"] [attr="class","lyrics"]And sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all [attr="class","postcontent"]Bumble watched Grimalde Selvaggio with wide, wary eyes as he did what he could to dry off, gently taking the soaked towel from him. "Cider- Got it!" She repeated, voice bright and airy. "Oh- yes! Oven broiled wildebeast with onion, wine, pepper, and cloves! I can cut you some, if you'd like?" She offered, despite how unwelcomed her newest guest seemed. That just meant she had to try that much harder to make him feel at home! "Eh? What am I?" Bumbles frowned, a paw going to her cheek as she thought. What an... odd question. "Well, what I am is an espurr. But who I am is Bumble~ Just a simple chef and hostess." She said, smiling gently at him, like he'd afforded her a rare compliment. "I know my place isn't much, but I want to do everything in my power to make sure you leave here full, warm, and happy! So, please!" Bumble's voice had turned fierce with some raw, if diminutive, conviction. "Tell me if there's anything you need! I'll get it settled right away!"So saying, she turned, tip-tapping over to her counter. He had wanted cider- Bumble toddler over to the right keg, filling a pot with fresh squeezed apple cider, and stretching to put it up on her stove. Her cubbord was searched for a spice bag, which was thrown in, along with some slices of belue berry. That done, Bumble filled a mug of the plain cider, bringing it over. "Here- I'll have the mulled cider ready shortly. Sorry about the wait!"[newclass=".graves"]--graves-bg-color: #1e1e1e; --graves-fg-color: #fefefe; --graves-font-color: #c5c5c5;[/newclass] [googlefont=Montserrat:300,400|Sen:700&display=swap]
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played by spibe
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last online May 15, 2020 18:31:48 GMT -6
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May 10, 2020 8:40:38 GMT -6
Post by Grimalde Selvaggio on May 10, 2020 8:40:38 GMT -6
[attr="class","cmon"] [attr="class","cmonbox"] [attr="class","cmonlyrics"]
Go faster alone or go further together
It's all gonna help out, it won't last forever
Every good somethin' started from dust
And we ain't got nothin' but nothin's enough [attr="class","cmonbody"]
The description of the roast had him salivating. He couldn’t recall the last he ate, or what he ate at all – though to be fair, his diet mostly consisted of scraps and whatever he could hunt during the day. Sometimes, if they struck well and supply was decent, they could cobble something together back in the sewers. Pottage, due to a lack of creativity.
He swallowed himself some manners, wiping the corner of his maw with the back of his hand. “Right. I’ll have that.” Despite his eagerness to taste, there was a reluctance as he observed her little paws flap here and there. Anyone could weave together a few nice words, but her actual skill was still left to the imagination. And the name Bumble didn’t exactly fill him with confidence.
He remained frigid during her introduction, her friendliness only seeming to increase his suspicions. Grimalde was aware he wasn’t in disguise; a fifty-fifty chance every time he took it. Perhaps the little chef did recognize him and would slink off and call for help. Knocking her out and ransacking the place would be tiresome in his state, but not impossible if needed.
His gaze followed her across the room, bemused at her little speedy steps and mildly interested by the bustle behind the counter. Most pokemon by now would be just a little nervous by his gaze, but Bumble appeared unfazed, too engrossed in her work, of which did not appear to involve poison.
He still sniffed the cider when she brought it over, bending down to his haunches to take it from her little paws. Another glance to take in her expression and, seeing nothing worthy of note, he sipped. The added spice and belue sourness made for an interesting flavor and he was feeling a little more awake.
“No need to rush.” Except for the roast, perhaps. The apple cider was good, but the hunger remained irritating. His gaze drifted to the chair and he scoffed at its size, remaining on his feet as he drank, his back to the fireplace and his shadow stretching long over the floorboards. “Have you been in business long?”
[attr="class","cmontag"] Bumble - 359 - after 10,000 years... [googlefont="Yantramanav"] [newclass=.cmon]width:450px;background-color:#1E1E1E;padding:25px;border:2px solid #292929;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonbox]width:420px;margin-bottom:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonlyrics]text-align:justify;line-height:14px;color:#858585;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase;float:left;width:300px;margin-left:15px;height:85px;border-top:2px #292929 solid;border-bottom:2px #292929 solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonbody]text-align:justify;line-height:18px;color:#999;font-family:'Yantramanav';font-size:13px;padding:25px;margin-bottom:-10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmonbody b]color:#8b6fad; font-size: 14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cmontag]text-align:justify;line-height:14px;color:#777;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;text-transform:uppercase;border-top:2px #292929 solid;width:405px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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played by Sleepy
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