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(M) The Sliding Tavern

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Offline brucedabold

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Boy, did the agonizing screams of the hog take Red back, back all the way to Hell. There were reasons she left, and the constant screaming was one of them. In the early days it was just background noise, but once she had gotten a taste of silence during her journeys to Earth and other planes, those screams grew ever the more grating on her nerves. As a succubus, screams of pleasure were much more her style.

As she finished cooking the crab, the demoness shook her head. Being a veteran inn-mate, she knew that making loud noises on a brand new world probably wasn't the best of ideas. Who knew what lurked out in those woods? She figured the less attention placed the Sliding Tavern, the better. She's going to have to tell Rikerg to keep it down.

Carrying the now bright red and cooked crab Red left the barn and closed the door. The hog was now dead and the only sound was the slurping and crunching as Rikerg ate the carcass. She scanned the forest for signs of any incoming threat as she walked towards the masticating giant.


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Aisling was impressed when Rikerg also consumed the bones.  Uncooked, those bones must be tough to bite off into bits.  The strength of the jaws and sharpness of teeth must be considerable.  She had heard the marrow was edible and sustaining.  Those who couldn't afford meat often had to find bones to crack and suck on.  She had seen that for those who couldn't be particular, that all parts of an animal could be used.  The Tusked One's constitution was very efficient, it seemed.  And she had to agree that if one was taking a life, it shouldn't go to waste. 

Sure, she had been forced to kill, but she wasn't sentimental about it either way.  It was kill or be killed in the world (or rather the Queen would just find someone else to do the job, or kill Aisling's captive-for-that-reason brother, since her top assassin and spy was too precious to kill unless all else failed).  But she preferred to have a good reason for it (and not the Queen's reasons, although most of the time her reasons weren't all that poor, even though she was the darkest of fae-- the type that wouldn't mind literal blood-baths).  Even the Queen disliked waste (she hadn't been Queen for millennia for being simply cruel and heartless, after all).

Aisling wondered if Rikerg would behave differently now that he had a meal?  That creature was just endlessly fascinating.  A magnet for trouble, true, but still an attraction. 

It was even interesting to watch how the others reacted to the Tusked One. 

You'd think they had never been on a hunt, lived on a farm, or passed a slaughter-house.  Even when not eating from a dying creature, the cries and struggles of a dying or soon to be killed animal were never quiet.

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Tikk hugged Leonie tightly as she retched with him clutched to her.  He oddly found this position quite comforting, despite the circumstances.  "It's dead now, it's not suffering anymore, it's ok," he soothed quietly.


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The chirping of the birds had gone silent when the screaming began, and it was occasionally replaced by the yaps and yips of some other creatures. A few birds interested in carrion had perched on the trees at the border of the grounds, their heads twisting as they calculated the risk of getting some meat.

Upon seeing motion out of the corner of his eye, Rikerg dug his claws into the meat again, turning toward the intruder and snarling, flesh hamging from his mouth. When he saw it was Red who was approaching, he quickly relaxed and went back to chewing.

"Want some?" He offered, not bothering to swallow before speaking.


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Red steps up next to the bloody mess and, reaching quite close to Rikerg, pops an eye out. She straightens, and puts the whole thing in her month like a large tomato.

"Mmm, thanks."

The demoness then turns serious. "Every new world has a potential for new and unknown dangers. Some are relatively benign, others can be extremely deadly." She pauses and looks about, sweeping out her hand to indicate the forest. "We have no idea who or what lives here. So that's why, whenever we slide to a new world, I try to keep a low profile until it can be determined just what sort of things are its inhabitants. That includes trying our best to not draw undue attention. That screaming pig just announced our existence to the whole forest."

She looks back at Rikerg. "Do you follow my thinking?"


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He stared hard when she leaned so close to him, but it wasn't because of aggressiveness since he had invited her, and especially since she had been the one to give him the food.

He took a while to respond, because he did need a while to follow her thinking. He wasn't concerned about something attacking him, and Red seemed very capable of handling herself. However, there was the matter of the Tavern, which Red seemed quite attached to. The building was very susceptible to attack, and from the look of it was likely very flammable.

"I do follow it." He replied, finally, "I apologize for drawing attention to your home. Next time I will tear the head off first."


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Aisling could barely hear what the Tusked One and the Demoness were saying, but she'd had centuries of observing others to ferret out secrets (and some enhanced hearing to help).   She already knew Red preferred that the hog wasn't consumed loudly and obviously right in front of the Tavern.

She actually did crack a smile at Rikerg's response.   The Tusked One was himself, as usual, but also took time to consider his reply... so perhaps he was a bit mellowed by having food?


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Leonie's adrenaline leveled off as the screams stopped and Tikk's warm purring comments calmed her down further.  "Damn, I need a drink."  Sitting up, she registered the octopoid bartender for the first time.  "Um...wow.  Hi, I'm Leonie.  Stupid question, but how are you breathing outside a tank?"


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The bartender looked at Leonie quizzically. "I'm Guinevere. What sort of drink would you like?" She chooses to ignore the mage's question, and picks up a cloth napkin to give to Leonie.


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"Warm milk please!" Chirps Tikk, as he snuggled into Leonie's lap and tried to keep his extra fluffiness from sliding off.


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Red is relived that she doesn't have to further lecture Rikerg. She smiles and pats his shoulder. "Great!"


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Guinevere looks over at the cat. "I think there's some clotted cream here..." she roots around under the counter.


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Quietly Peter put Reggie back on his feet, and walked over to the dog's water bowl on a mat next to the piano, picking it up and refilling it from behind the bar. He was careful not to crowd Guinevere as he poured the water from the tap, then set the bowl back on the mat. Reggie began lapping thankfully as Peter left the bar, standing on the porch to take a good look around at his surroundings before coming down the steps. Ignoring the bloody mess that was Rikerg several feet away on the lawn, Peter waved at Red.


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Red waved back at Peter.

The shadows had lengthened and a wispy coolness began to tentatively introduce itself about the tavern. Fireflies appeared and the hint of phosphorescent algae began to show in the lazy water.

"Help! Help! Please help" cried out a distant voice. Off in the woods the plaintive childlike cry came filtering through the trees.

Red frowned.


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Leonie asked for a vodka and orange juice, but was happy with the naked shot of vodka she got instead.  She stayed in the Tavern when Peter left, not wanting to look at the pig remains Rikerg undoubtedly left behind (even he wasn't big enough to crunch down a whole femur).  "Same again," she told Guinevere.  "Please." 

She had originally been rather taken with the Tavern, once the shock wore off.  But now the romance was wearing off as well, and she was feeling deadly homesick.  She stroked Tikky and tried to imagine getting back to Breakbills and smuggling the cat into her dorm room.