May 12, 2017 19:13:11 GMT -5
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May 4, 2017 23:12:22 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on May 4, 2017 23:12:22 GMT -5
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It was funny how even in a game people started to divide themselves among the territories, here in the Under City you found a lot of awkward furries and trashy rejects looking to thrive in the nightmarish urban paradise. It was the kind of people Rex was use to, and it wasn't surprising that if there was a place to call home in this shit hole of a game...it was here.
The crooked Thumb was one of his favorite bars to sulk in, and despite it's unsettling name had a rather pleasant atmosphere inside. It was designed like an old speakeasy from the prohibition with a lot of brick and old wood furniture. There was always a haze of cigarette smoke trailing about the place, and it was relatively empty and quiet compared to the usual night life in the city.
The soldier had settled himself on the corner of the bar, wearing nothing more than his black combat cargo pants and a well fitted black tank top that showed off his long sleeves of tattoos. In his hands was a glass of whiskey on the rocks, and his sharp light blue gaze was locked on it in thought. For a raging ass hole, he seemed...Well pretty peaceful for a moment.
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May 5, 2017 2:00:04 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 5, 2017 2:00:04 GMT -5
 that was you. A familiar face in a place like the undercity was easy to mistake for friendly regardless of whether or not it actually was. Catharsis had slipped into the place for a breath of, well, not fresh air but a breather nonetheless. When he set eyes on the guy he hadn't actually seen since that monstrosity of a mining quest, he forgot about the errands he'd been trying to run for supplies. Well, that'd do. The guy had seemed like a bit of a dick, and that was exactly the type of person he needed to hang around. He could only stand to be nice to people for so long. Even if his vision of being nice didn't quite meet the bar for the vast majority of society. Someone he could be marginally more honest around was beyond welcome. "Can I sit here?" He slid into the chair next to the guy, deciding for him if it was okay. He'd been pretty sure he'd scored alright in the guy's book. "It's nice to see you aren't on fire." Or missing a chunk of his side, but who was counting? kingrexMADE BY ★MEULK
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May 5, 2017 2:23:41 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on May 5, 2017 2:23:41 GMT -5
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A mild expression of shock slithered to the soldier's face, and he'd tilt just a corner of those sharp sky blues on the man who'd be joining him. After a brief pause he'd look away with a breathing laugh, “No, and fuck off.” He muttered. Luckily the grin on his face hinted otherwise. There was a tall and burly anthro alligator dude behind the bar, probably a little to fitting for the setting honestly that took notice of the new patron.
The giant scaly dude would pace down in thumping steps and stop on their edge of the bar, tilting it's head down and to a side to get a better look, “You actually got friends, Rex? I'll be damned.” The thing's voice was low and monstrous.
Rex scoffed and snarled out some sharp teeth at the bartender, “We ain't friends...Just business partners.” He snapped before turning some towards the ginger, “Alright Cat, what're you drinking? It's on me, and if you're some sober puss then you really can fuck off.” Carlo demanded. The Alligator dude shifted his attention on Cat and if the guy did order, he'd stomp off to make his drink...
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May 5, 2017 12:30:34 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 5, 2017 12:30:34 GMT -5
that was you. Cat's smile twisted into something a bit more genuine at Rex's refusal. That was probably about as close to acceptance as most people got, and it brushed his ego more than it should have. In the back of his mind, he almost got annoyed with himself; it wasn't like the guy's opinion mattered to him in the first place. No one's did, not really. His smile grew when Carlo corrected the NPC about them being business partners. Yeah, okay. That was something he could accept and work with. It was a better label than 'acquaintance is too long for me to bother,' anyway. He raised an eyebrow at the insistence on buying him a drink, not sure he'd done anything worth getting a drink bought for him. Had it been anything else, he'd let it slide, but he shrugged and let his smile grow small. "Not taking no for an answer, hm?" His tone smoothed out, but there was an underlying sharpness to the words. He didn't move his eyes from the attacker as he ordered. "I can buy my own way, but I'll have a 252." Whether or not that would be accepted, the ball was in Carlo's court now. He'd tried to get drunk before after this shit had started, but given that he was still there the next day he'd come to the conclusion that he couldn't actually get drunk. He wasn't particularly worried about the strength of the drink, but whether or not the other man was aware was a different story. kingrex MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 5, 2017 15:56:58 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on May 5, 2017 15:56:58 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]........ [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]The Gatortender returned shortly with the man's drink, sliding it between two huge scaly and sharp digits with a refined delicacy to avoid smashing it with it's obvious strength. With a nod he'd stomp off towards the other edge of the bar to clean glasses or some cliché typical shit like that.
Rex grinned briefly towards Cat, happy to see the guy wasn't such a stick in the mud he couldn't enjoy a stiff drink. He'd raise his glass of scotch up for a sip, the ice jingling with the action before he put it back down. It was hard to tell if the game was capable of getting you drunk or not, considering other stimulants worked quite well.
Maybe the buzz he felt once and awhile was merely his brain recalling the sensations purely on memory? Whatever...All Carlo knew was that if he wanted to drink and smoke, he was going to drink and smoke. “...So where yeah from, out there? What you got waiting if we get out?” Rex asked rather calmly, his usual hateful fire was gone for the moment.
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May 6, 2017 3:21:30 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 6, 2017 3:21:30 GMT -5
that was you. The Empath glanced more sharply than he'd meant to at the commando's question. That was pretty personal, but then the guy had dropped his name in Cat's lap when they'd met. He should've expected it. The instinctual response to just .. make something up wormed its way around his tongue, but Carlo hadn't acted like just any stranger thus far, so he paused and took the shot to buy himself some time to consider. It still burned like the real thing, but there was an upside to getting the amount of practice in that Catharsis had. He didn't even flinch before setting down the hard shot, waiting for it to settle into his veins and warm him before he remembered that none of this was actually real. "I'm from Cali." He said both smoothly and with an honesty that surprised even him. "America." He added on as he remembered that not every player was from the States, something that hadn't even occurred to him at the beginning. "And I'd actually just quit my job before I started ... this, so I honestly don't know at this point." With that, he looked straight at the soldier again. "What about you, Carlo?"kingrex MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 6, 2017 15:31:23 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on May 6, 2017 15:31:23 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]........ [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Rex gave the guy a corner of his gaze, a little quiet after he'd heard the guy answer his questions. It was heard hearing his name...his real one. Cat was the only one that used it. Sharp sky blues flicked away from the man and towards the back of the bar, “...Just outside Chicago.” He muttered, “I was in the Marines though, so I got moved 'round a lot.” The man moved to take another drink, settling back with his elbows on the bar top.
If Cat was lying, Carlo wouldn't notice, he wasn't the best person when it came to reading people. He either believed them or didn't, and it was which ever was easier at the time. “Guess this would make any shit job seem dreamy, huh?” A stifled laugh slithered out before he turned just a corner of his gaze back on the red head, “So no kids or any of that shit, huh?” It wasn't like he...cared...right? This was just small talk to fill the time..
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May 6, 2017 16:45:36 GMT -5
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May 6, 2017 16:20:49 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 6, 2017 16:20:49 GMT -5
that was you. Cat suspected most people to be full of shit when they were dealing with someone who couldn't fact check. There was just something about internet people he didn't fully trust. He wasn't dissimilar from a common thief who didn't trust the single lock on his door. For all he knew, Rex wasn't an actual soldier but just some kind of fanboy. At the same time, the way he talked and acted he wasn't entirely sure he couldn't be telling the truth. He'd just have to pay attention. A laugh hissed out of him without any intention of it at the mention of kids. "Fuck, no. Too much of a commitment." He wasn't really sure why the guy would ask, though. Not unless he was trying to relate? Catharsis blinked at him, curiosity starting to get under his skin. "Why, do you?" He asked, eyes flicking down the man's arms before he looked back up at eye level. Having a kid waiting at home hadn't been something he'd expected to learn about Rex, but first impressions were hardly everything. kingrex MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 6, 2017 16:39:32 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on May 6, 2017 16:39:32 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]....... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Cat was a real fucking shady dude, but Rex was hardly anything but a piece of shit himself. So they sort of deluded each other, or that's probably how it was working for Carlo at least. This guy reminded him of some of the buddies he'd use to go out drinking with. Flaky fuckers who'd leave yeah dead in a ditch, but company you'd want none the less...Figure that one out.
“Nah...Just nieces and nephews, and they're little cock suckers.” He sighed before giving the dude a cold glare, “Look, don't yeah give me shit for this, alright?” The man leaned away from the bar a little, “...I do worry 'bout my grandma. She's dirt fucking old and stubborn as hell...I was keeping an eye on her before we got trapped in here.” He admitted lowly, not sure if Cat was one to trust with that confession or not.
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May 6, 2017 17:15:31 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 6, 2017 17:15:31 GMT -5
that was you. There was a dissonance for Catharsis when he was reminded that most people actually felt connected to their families and cared about their average health, let alone whether or not they'd miss the funeral. He couldn't really relate. Even if he wasn't trapped in the game, he hadn't talked to family outside of business or unavoidable situations ever since he'd moved out. The feeling had been decidedly mutual up until it earned his mother pity from whatever social group she was trying to scale. He watched kingrex blankly, absorbing what he was saying quietly. Information was information, and it was stored away into the back of his mind. If Carlo started crying, he might just run, but for now he was okay. "She looked out for you, I take it?" He asked, because that was the only thing that made sense to him. He'd only known one family growing up that didn't 'function' on reciprocity. He was willing to be wrong, but at least he couldn't be accused of being insensitive - yet. Technically, he was aware it could work out for him well that Carlo was opening up this much. Building onto that kind of trust could pay off in this kind of situation. Especially considering Catharsis was, for the most part, on his own. MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 8, 2017 17:28:59 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on May 8, 2017 17:28:59 GMT -5
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Rex didn't cry, that shit was gay. But he did care about granny, because she made him potato soup when he was a kid, and that shit was amazing. The man idly reached inside his pockets to open his inventory and pull out a pack of cigarettes. Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put them in a game was beyond him, but he was super happy about it. One of the digital cancer sticks was put between his lips and lit shortly after.
He'd hold the pack towards Cat, letting him take one if he wanted it, and light it as well. Though he didn't take the ginger for a smoker. After a long drag he'd finally answer the man's question, “Yeah, my parents were fuck'n crack heads. And don't you fuck'n dare pity me over it either.” He warned, giving him a cold corner of his gaze, “...You're such a free bird, huh? I'd take it you'd stay in this fuck hole of a game if you could.” It was suppose to be a question more than an assumption....
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May 9, 2017 18:52:43 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 9, 2017 18:52:43 GMT -5
that was you. Catharsis' gaze rested on the cigarettes for a moment longer than he meant to before he waved it off without totally bothering to lift his hand from the counter, his smile faltering for a second. Memories rushed back, suffocating and unwelcome, and he pushed them back down just as quickly, eyes bright as he looked at Carlo with the same smile. He relaxed when Carlo demanded that he not pity him, given that he hadn't planned to anyway but was now saved the energy of at least putting on a face. He blinked hard at the accusation, wondering if the other man had already forgotten the entire mess he'd gotten the soldier into in their official meeting. "God, no. I hate nerds. Why would I want to be surrounded by them?" He turned his hand over above the bar, rapping his knuckles against the wood of it without much thought past just feeling something. "I just want to live my life when I get out of this. Playing the game wasn't even my idea." There was an edge of resentment when he started, but it tapered out and faded just as swiftly as it came. He snorted, deciding very quickly that he didn't like this topic, leaning back in his chair to look at kingrex from the corner of his eye. "What about you? How'd an actual soldier get involved in something like this?" He asked, voice suddenly smooth and light as curiosity lit in his eyes. His lips suddenly took a sharp, amused curve. "Or is that a common thing?" He asked, hardly imagining the guy next to him as having the same interests as the majority of the people trapped int he game. MADE BY ★MEULK
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May 10, 2017 17:33:43 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on May 10, 2017 17:33:43 GMT -5
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Even Rex sort of guessed that response, but he was still just trying to peg for whatever history he could on this guy. Cat seriously had the personality of a fucking spy, like a real James Bond in the making. Sadly Carlo was probably far to stupid to ever dig deep enough to really get a solid answer. A small laugh slithered from the man when he dissed on nerds, raising his glass to take a sip.
Maybe he'd thought that not all of this game was half bad; Y'know the in between dragon killing and giant spider bullshit. That was something he'd never admit though, “Oh yeah? Who the fuck convinced you to join this shit show then?” He asked, curious to know just who was significant enough in life to make a decision like that.
Obviously Cat didn't want to talk about it, which was exactly why Rex wanted to talk about it. The blonde tilted his eyes away from the red head however, as he was far to quick to shift the conversation back on him and force him for similarly awkward answers. “I was fuck'n bored, man...And yeah it's common.” He admitted with a flustered sigh, sitting a little straight with a rub at the back of his neck.
“When you get back from overseas, you know how fucking hard it is to get that high? Always walking with a bomb up your ass does shit to your brain, man. Lotta guys from my squad got into video games and shit...I didn't know what was a good or bad one, just grabbed what I saw first and went with it. I was running security at a titty bar, and the most excitement I got was a guy on heroine trying to bite a bitch's nipple off...” He admitted with a scoff, eyes narrowing as he took another sip.
Was this a conversation...or an interrogation of one another?
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May 10, 2017 18:20:43 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on May 10, 2017 18:20:43 GMT -5
that was you. The question he'd been trying so hard to avoid came, but Catharsis was quick to glance up towards the alligator man rather than meet Carlo's eyes. Thankfully, his own question was quick to distract the guy, and Catharsis was surprised to hear he'd been wrong in his assumption. Apparently. it was a common thing for soldiers to get into gaming, which was not exactly the association he'd had in mind. Well, they say you learn new things every day. Of course, the easiest way to ensure the guy would forget to circle back to the topic Cat didn't want would be to keep pushing. "You really served." He mused, tapping his knuckles against the bar before pointing towards the Commando's arm. "So then, Carlo, are those yours or did they come with the game armor?" He finally got around to asking as casually as he could manage, not about to admit that it had actually been bothering him for a while now. kingrexMADE BY ★MEULK
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May 11, 2017 19:18:21 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on May 11, 2017 19:18:21 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"].... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]“Fuck yeah I served!” He snapped back, maybe a little to defensive if anything. A small glare in the corner of his eyes before he took another sip of his liquor. He was obviously leaving the part out where he was dishonorably discharged from the Marines for being a cock, but Cat wasn't being entirely honest here either...
Luckily the topic changed to his tattoos in which his face softened and a coy grin slithered to his lips. He held them towards the man, rotating his arms some before settling back against the bar top, “I do have tats out there, but not the same...I wanted to change it up, yeah know? Shit ain't easy to replace.” He joked before tilted his head to a side as if he was trying to show off his hair, “I also thought it would be a good idea to see what it would be like to have long as fuck hair...you can't have that shit in the military...Horrible fucking mistake...” He fussed.
Rex eyed the man then from top to bottom, as if looking for some kind of flaw he could call out and ask the same, “...You really a fucking red head? Bet that sucks...” He asked lowly before looking down towards his drink which was almost empty at this point. He'd already finished his smoke and smashed it into an ashtray not to far off from his person as well.
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