*he chuckles to himself and scoots over to her seat, looking into her cup with both hands wrapped around the sides of it. He looks intently at the cup, lifting and looking at it from different angles, licking the side and flicking it while holding it to his ear, the grin never leaving his face* mhm, Storm doesn’t like hugs. Good to know, mhm, very good to know. Next time we try a poke, then a sniff, then a handshake. *he nods, chuckling as his wings twitch again, resting the empty mug on his head between his horns and slowly moving his hands away. He smiles at the barkeep, keeping balance* quick sir! Throw a spoon! First to make it in the cup gets a kiss from a lovely maiden! *he grabs a spoon from the bar, carefully seems to be lining up his throw, then launches the spoon over his shoulder clattering to the floor* drat! Bartender! Quick, give me another spoon so the competition is fair!
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*he blinks, laughing as she takes off running, then turns his gaze to meet storm* i just wanted to see what happens is all. They will come back. He sits the stool up and then hops up into it in a cross-legged sit, wings twitching as he looks at Storm. He looks at her for several moments, then reaches over and pinches her scaled arm firmly*
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*Thrixel’s eyes follow the pixie the whole time, his eyes twinkling with excitement as the small creature takes off running. He sits up and squats, Duck-walking up behind Nill and gently holding the tops of her wings with his thumbs and forefingers* I like this little thing! Nill, was it? Have you ever spoken to Norid the toad? I met him in the street by some dead fellow in an alley. A riveting poet he is. Anyway, I am sure you two would get along. *he carefully flaps her small wings with his hands as he talks, seeming to be examining her wings thoroughly*
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*he smiles, tapping his foot in the air as he lays relaxed on the old tavern floors* something to do, someone to do, somewhere to do, somehow to do, *he chuckles* simply here to do. Do you know of a thing-one-where-how to do? *his wings twitch two quick times against the floor beneath him, sprawled out to his sides*
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*he kicks his legs out straight, one crossed over the other as he folds his hands behind his head with a smile* of course I do! There’s a large organized dance-off I wasn’t invited to and these are the losers! *he motions to them* see the sad faces? The sunken cheeks and tired demeanors? *he nods, wagging a finger at you* ol’ Thrixel has been in enough dance battles to know exhausted dance fatigue when he sees it.
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*I place my hands on my chest* awwwwww I’m flattered. *he smiles and looks at Nill, pointing with an open hand* so, Pixie, not dog. *he looks around the tavern, then lays on his back* where is everybody? The leaves I passed by said this place had at LEAST seven squirrels in it at any given time and I’ve not seen ONE, much less a person for that matter.
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*he stops and sits up on his knees, tilting his head at Nill* hm? Unchosen for what? *he scoots closer* what did someone win who wasn’t me? *he keeps scooting* I must know.
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*he grins wide at the question, then shrugs* plans are just taunts to the whims of chaos. Nobody can stop random chance, and nobody can expect what’s around the corner every time. *he lets himself fall back, laying across 3 stools, his legs still crossed on the one, a second under his lower shoulders, and a third behind his head as his wings sprawl to the sides* so why bother with all that nonsense? I do what I do, and I don’t think too hard about it. *he lifts his chin to his chest to look at you both* I like to keep myself guessing. *he suddenly rolls off the stools onto his hands and feet, landing in a pushups as he does a few, counting backwards from 8*
8…7…6…5…uh…*he pauses, shrugs* 5…5…5
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*he nods in understanding* I see, I see. So the dog isn’t a dog and may or may not be butter named Nill, Penelope isn’t and wasn’t ever here, and you are Storm. *he claps twice quickly and chuckles* perfect! Now we are all caught up! *he leans in close to the mug, poking his head over the edge of it and smelling a few times. He recoils, nose scrunched despite his grin not wavering* that smells rancid. What is it? Can I try some? *he tilts his head, wings twitching twice as he rests his folded hands in his lap*
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*he blinks as you correct him, then nods, as if he knew all along* ah! yyyyyYes! Storm! You don’t even look anything like Penelope. *he waves it off* my mistake. *he looks at the pixie again*…why do you have Penelope’s dog George? *he shrugs and turns back to her* no, I’m definitely not Zi Znubzo kso. Im Thrixel, Thrixel Bandersnatch. *he laughs loudly, as if his own name was the funniest thing he had heard all day. He then smiles again* so what are you doing here Storm?
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*his eyebrows raise, hand unmoving as he keeps the gem held out* oh! You’ve taught them to speak too! Clever puppy! *he smile at her* I’m not really sure puppy. *his free hand moves to the top of his head* the ol’ memories are like water. Always runnin around and spinning, going wherever they wanna go. *he grabs his right horn and pulls his head to the side in a rapid jerky motion* so I do the same. I just wander around, not really sure where I’m coming from or going to. Just know I gotta get there or I’m gonna be late! *he laughs loudly, a manic cackle that matches his wide-grinned experssion. He then squints a bit at the pixie* hmm…I could swear I’ve met you…*he snaps and points at them, seeming to have figured it out* ah! George my old boy, how could have I forgotten?! When did you become a dog?
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*he chuckles as the man walks away, shrugs, then turns to the draconian* seems he has a very valuable face, though I suppose that look was worth the high expense. *he looks to the bar and smiles* ooh shiny! *he pockets the gemstone and then looks at the draconian and small pixie again. He gasps, seeming to have just noticed them. He places his hands on his cheeks, smiling widely* ah! Penelope! Since when did you get a new dog?! *he stands and walks across the stools, sitting cross-legged again beside them and looking past the draconian to the pixie* oh they’re so darling! *he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the gem and holding it out to the pixie* here, have a treat. I just found this and it’s very shiny. *he then smiles at the draconian again* any back to your question, no I’m not from here silly Penelope. How I got here…*he thinks, scrunching up his face, but then relaxes and shrugs* don’t remember!
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Ale? Oh no, I didn’t ask for ale. *he leans forward, thumb pressed to forefinger and middle finger to punctuate his slow tamber* I said, whatever…this…will get me. *he laughs to himself and his wings twitch once more* quick quick! Before it gets cold! *he claps twice in the barkeeps face* a cold crystal is one worth more, so move fast! *he turns to the other two down the bar, motioning to them* see? Look at them! They’re on the edge of their seats to see what you bring of equal value!
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*he sits back down into his squat and tilts his head, wings twitching twice as he chuckles softly* order?…oh! Wait, this is a place of sales! *he stuffs a hand into his pocket and digs around* tell me good small fellow, what do you ssssssssSELL in this fine establishment? *he looks at his hand in his pocket, trying to grab something still. He fights it a few more seconds before pulling out a gemstone. It’s crude and rugged, about the size of a marble. It’s actually very well shined and sleek if not horribly cut and jagged, but it’s definitely not worth anything. He flaps his wings hard to boost up a bit and switches to a cross-legged sit, thudding down into his seat with both elbows on the bar and folded hands resting under his chin. He raises an eyebrow and slides the gem over with one finger* whatever THIS will get me, keep the change. *he snaps his head to the draconian, then back to the barkeep as he blocks the view of the gem from them. He whispers loudly to the barkeep again* don’t let Penelope see. The frog said she might break into song and I canNOT harmonize right now.
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*the stranger looks him over with a quick and sharp down-up nod of his head, then chuckles as he shrugs* not sure big man! I saw doors and walked inside. What kind of place is this? *he looks around the room, still keeping his squat in the high stool as his eyes take in the very obvious tavern setting. He turns to him again and asks* some kind of place for lots of people. *he thinks, then nods to himself* yes, lots lots. But nobody here. *he quickly and fully extends an arm to his right, dramatically pointing at the only other person* that one said they can’t come here. *he leans forward, pretending to whisper with the back of his hand blocking his face as his other jabs a thumb in her direction, whispering loudly to the barkeep* that one there, name is Penelope. The wind doesn’t like them and a frog I passed says they eat short men. You’re in danger lil guy. *he dramatically winks at the barkeep, a large grin staying plastered across his teeth the whole time*
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