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Odin looks over at the body and then picks it up by the head, swiveling it around so everyone in the room can view it.
"Does anyone recognize this person?"

((If you think it's so obvious, then your post was useless spam (as usual) because you already knew the answer.))

Ultimatum479 wrote:((If you think it's so obvious, then your post was useless spam (as usual) because you already knew the answer.))

((You. Wash my feet...I mean...shutup and roleplay, bitches.))

Odin holds the head up for a little while more before dropping it back onto the table.
"Its what's left of the mayor's daughter. So, now that we've figured that out...why...she was thrown into my bar is the other question."

Ultimatum479 wrote:((If you think it's so obvious, then your post was useless spam (as usual) because you already knew the answer.))

(Why? I was asking if there were glass in the windows, who says I knew the answer? I'm not asking if glass in the windows makes it a dramatic entrance, I know the answer to that, but this is Lugaru! I'm not even sure glass exists!)

BunnyWithStick wrote:

Ultimatum479 wrote:((If you think it's so obvious, then your post was useless spam (as usual) because you already knew the answer.))

(Why? I was asking if there were glass in the windows, who says I knew the answer? I'm not asking if glass in the windows makes it a dramatic entrance, I know the answer to that, but this is Lugaru! I'm not even sure glass exists!)

((For the sake of the RP and because I said so...there's glass in this building...because I wanted it, so I could be more descriptive...and because I'm covering up the fact that I didn't think about that at the time...so there...now shutup about it.
If you have to argue about glass, and I don't give a rats ass who started it...do it in another thread please. Lets get the RP rolling here, for all that is unholy and has cemented buttholes...))

Grayswandir wrote:...shut up and roleplay...

((...Fine.))

"It's easier," a hidden voice calmly explained, "to recognize a whole body. Here ya go." The lower half of the corpse entered the room with slightly better accuracy than its predecessor: it shattered an undamaged (no longer) window _and_ three half-empty bottles as it replaced the previous contents of an occupied table, to the resigned exasperation of the jaded clients. They were quick to ask the bartender for a new table and a refund.

"Not one of my cleanest kills, but then I guess that's a compliment to her. She put up a bit of a fight." Casually leaping through the remnants of the first of the windows to land in a crouch next to the now-blood-drenched table, the gray-furred killer stood and examined the nearby inhabitants of the bar with eyes that had seen sentient beings die in dozens of different ways, in varying degrees of pain. "Guess the mayor's paid well to have his bodyguards teach her how to fight, although she certainly wasn't nearly the challenge they were. Not that they were too much trouble either." He grinned maliciously, though his eyes did not.

"So," he finally asked after a pause, "anyone have any idea why someone would've hired me to kill the mayor's daughter? I'm normally notified of the reason for any kill or it's obvious enough to figure out, but the former didn't happen this time around, and the latter's not easy this time since I don't know this city at all. Care to clue me in?"

((Name: Cyarus (Cy for short, but only among his friends unless you want a punch to the face)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Rabbit
Personality: (Over)Confident, in a word.
Appearance: Fur the color of smoke makes his eyes all the more startling by contrast: though naturally gray, they seem to glow a brilliant shade of blue in the right light, and in either hue they project a cold malevolence at all times no matter the emotions he otherwise seems to convey. Though slightly under average height, he can easily make himself appear significantly larger or smaller depending on how intimidating he makes himself appear to be.
Equipment: Always equipped with hidden items such as ashiko, shobo, et cetera, Cy is also more blatantly armed with a kusarigama sheathed in his leather belt, and a small pocket in the belt carries his miscellaneous ammunition.
Abilities of Note: Obviously an exceptional fighter, Cy's specific combative specialties include fighting multiple opponents simultaneously and ending fights quickly with his brutal style. Though not a true master of stealth, he's better than average, but he's much better at sensing others sneaking up on him; rumor has it that Cyarus can hear a knife being thrown through a thunderstorm and dodge it by sound alone, although so few people have survived combat with him that this is probably rumor alone.
Faults: He knows his capabilities and he knows and acknowledges his (few) limitations, but, though he will not overestimate his own abilities, he will often underestimate those of his opponent at first. Assuming he survives the first few seconds of combat, he will quickly adapt to his foe, so this is a relatively minor flaw. A more important issue is his lack of stamina; Cyarus is capable of tremendous feats of speed and skill, all while outputting above-average force, but not for long periods of time, hence his style's brutal emphasis on ending a fight within seconds.
Relatives: Blood relatives don't matter, if they do exist; he hasn't ever communicated with them since he became a mercenary/assassin/bounty hunter. There are few whom he calls friends, but those few are extremely fortunate.))

Odin cooly observes the situation.
"Wel, would you mind moving your corpse outside? You're scaring away my customers and dirtying up my bar. As for who hired you, that isn't any of my business, unless it deals directly with my bar or you start killing patrons."
Odin's ears twitch as a faint growling and snuffling can be heard.
"Anyone else hear that?"
The silence is shattered by an ear-deafening scream as three rabbits crash through the front door. All three rabbits pause, sniffing the air. The all have matted and blood-soaked fur, and are foaming at the mouth. One of them is blind in the right eye and is missing its right ear and is covered in festering cuts. The second is missing both ears, which look like they were ripped off, and has a large sword gash running down its left leg, giving it a slight limp. The third is covered in minor gashes and has one festering cut on the shoulder, but otherwise has no major injuries.
Their eyes roll about, twitching, as they look around the whole bar. As if coming to a group decision, they leap into the center of the group as one giant mass of crazed rabbit.

((Are we then to assume these apparently rabid rabbits are exceptionally strong and fast, and, apparently, able to withstand tremendous injury without worrying much about pain? Since this is somewhat closed, I need to know how they'll react.))

((I'm only going to be setting up the situations (or some of them, as the situation requires...location, number of enemies, etc...you can add in bad guys if you want to kill people too...) and roleplaying my character. If there's a new enemy or baddie you'll be facing, I'll roleplay it a bit so you can get a feel for it...but I'll try to be fairly detailed in my descriptions so that I won't have to lord over every little NPC that comes into play...but yes, they're deranged, don't feel much pain, they aren't dead, but they're dying from blood loss...and normal methods will eventually kill them...as for hints, this is really the only time I'm going to tell you how to roleplay accordingly...I'll try to give you enough of a description next time that you can decide for yourself (If it doesn't work, I'll roleplay it a bit or if its an important antagonist, I'll roleplay accordingly...really, I just have restrictions on equipment and some character actions...))

((Coo'.

Well, I have no reason to help you guys out just yet, so I'll be sitting and watching. Get to the killing, people.))

Suddenly, a rather loud thump was heard from outside the window, accompanied by a hailstorm of knives plastering the group of slightly zombified rabbits, followed by that hailstorm being thrown out the window.

???: "Here! Catch!"

Said hailstorm was thrown back, this time it was dodged however…

A flash of greyish black fur showed through the window, along with footsteps from the roof…

Dahar: "Well hello there…"

Attention turned to the doorway, and the wolf standing in it.

*insert brawl 'n' such here*

So that creature finally reveals itself...His sense of smell vindicated by the presence of the wolf he'd detected long before entering the bar, Cyarus instantly sized up the wounded animal on the opposite side of the bar, noting the sling. Though he could not be certain of the beast's full fighting capabilities, he knew that it would be an easy battle for him considering his potential opponent's current status.

Hopefully it would not come to that, however. Cyarus wasn't fully rested after his attack on the mayor's residence. But he knew that no wolf would help a group of rabbits without some selfish cause, and so he made sure to keep careful watch on the newcomer while allowing him to attack the rabid rabbits.

Meanwhile, the other rabbits seemed slower to react, but were finally beginning to defend themselves. Cy merely leaned against the wall behind him and crossed his arms, watching the live display of carnage as casually as though he were viewing a play. If the sane rabbits fell to their berserk opponents, he would be more likely to flip out the window behind him and escape rather than finish off the job they'd started, unless he felt like having some fun.

((Aren't there more people RPing...I mean besides Ulti, me, and BwS...or did everyone leave?))

((The answer to your query depends solely on your interpretation of the term "RPing".))

((Slapping the keyboard like a monkey so as to post something that is on-topic with this thread defines RPing, is what I mean.))