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XXI has a minion!
Roulette the Arctic Chirrup
Roulette the Arctic Chirrup
XXI
Legacy Name: XXI
The
Glacier LainOwner: Mythica_115
Age: 17 years, 7 months, 3 weeks
Born: August 19th, 2008
Adopted: 17 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: August 19th, 2008 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 12
- Strength: 20
- Defense: 12
- Speed: 14
- Health: 12
- HP: 10/12
- Intelligence: 3
- Books Read: 2
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Store Clerk
Short and slight, XXI rounded a corner to discover a very large man smelling of very strong, very cheap cologne. Cowering at his feet was a small, mostly white feathered and furred creature. Its anatomical makeup struck XXI as somewhat bizarre, but more notable was the crumpled appearance of one of its wings, and the slow oozing of blood from somewhere on the mystery fuzzball`s head.
Glancing at the mountain of a man`s menacing appearance, it was pretty clear that he was not standing over the diminutive birdcatcreaturething in the interest of offering assistance.
Not so much a suggestion, as a curtly delivered demand; "let the ball of fur go."
"Oh, and who the hell d`you think you are?" sneered the sweat-stained, gold-chain adorned, slick-haired heavy.
"Not that it`s of any consequence, but the name is Jack." XXI`s hands were sweaty in the pockets of her black slacks. "Now that the pleasantries are out of th-.."
Interrupted.
"Fuck off."
Nice.
Apparently Mr. Slicked-Back-Oily-Hair Angry-Face Man`s patience was up; if his last utterance hadn`t been enough proof, his enthusiastic fist-clenching and severely furrowed (and weirdly lumpily muscular) brow were rather convincing bites of supporting evidence. Ugh. How was it that XXI always found herself in these inconveniently dangerous and awkward situations?
Ahh well. Always the underdog in a world that couldn`t possibly be more opposite to the land of white-picketted tranquility a few suburbs away, XXI was kinda desensitised to stand offish situations. Was this guy screwing around with the diminutive beaked critter because it had wronged him in some way, or was he just one of those malicious pieces of detritus whose vicious streak came entirely naturally? If it was the former, perhaps there was room for reasoning with the big guy. If it was the latter, the entire situation was kinda fucked, `cus XXI`s interference was probably only going to make her the more challenging and therefore preferred target.
Time to ask yourself whether or not you give a shit, Jack.
It wasn`t like XXI had stumbled upon this whole shabang on purpose; she`d rounded a corner on her way to a game and fate just happened to potentially throw a spanner in the works. Potentially, because at this point it was still possible to just walk away.
The big fella pulled his face into an even more sour concoction and began to step toward XXI.
"Oh for heaven's sake!"
As the stranger lunged at XXI, she pulled her handy dandy Glock 31 from fuck knows where and pointed it squarely at his approaching family jewels.
Did time just freeze? Oh, nope; just Mr. Angrypants, who was now looking more like Mr. Ijustshatmyselfpleasedon`tshootmewhythefuckdoyouhaveagunyoucrazybitch.
Oh, it would appear prickfeatures is fluent in freeze-or-lose-your-nuts-anese. Neat-o.
"Hey man, I..-"
XXI`s turn to play interrupting-cow-says-moo-and-the-occasional-fuck-off!
"Shut your mouth and skip to the running away like a little girl bit. I`m in no mood for small-talk, asshole." And I certainly don`t want to risk going down for losing my shit and shooting a waste of space like you, she thought.
Off he scuttled.
"Problem solvered."
Glancing at the mountain of a man`s menacing appearance, it was pretty clear that he was not standing over the diminutive birdcatcreaturething in the interest of offering assistance.
Not so much a suggestion, as a curtly delivered demand; "let the ball of fur go."
"Oh, and who the hell d`you think you are?" sneered the sweat-stained, gold-chain adorned, slick-haired heavy.
"Not that it`s of any consequence, but the name is Jack." XXI`s hands were sweaty in the pockets of her black slacks. "Now that the pleasantries are out of th-.."
Interrupted.
"Fuck off."
Nice.
Apparently Mr. Slicked-Back-Oily-Hair Angry-Face Man`s patience was up; if his last utterance hadn`t been enough proof, his enthusiastic fist-clenching and severely furrowed (and weirdly lumpily muscular) brow were rather convincing bites of supporting evidence. Ugh. How was it that XXI always found herself in these inconveniently dangerous and awkward situations?
Ahh well. Always the underdog in a world that couldn`t possibly be more opposite to the land of white-picketted tranquility a few suburbs away, XXI was kinda desensitised to stand offish situations. Was this guy screwing around with the diminutive beaked critter because it had wronged him in some way, or was he just one of those malicious pieces of detritus whose vicious streak came entirely naturally? If it was the former, perhaps there was room for reasoning with the big guy. If it was the latter, the entire situation was kinda fucked, `cus XXI`s interference was probably only going to make her the more challenging and therefore preferred target.
Time to ask yourself whether or not you give a shit, Jack.
It wasn`t like XXI had stumbled upon this whole shabang on purpose; she`d rounded a corner on her way to a game and fate just happened to potentially throw a spanner in the works. Potentially, because at this point it was still possible to just walk away.
The big fella pulled his face into an even more sour concoction and began to step toward XXI.
"Oh for heaven's sake!"
As the stranger lunged at XXI, she pulled her handy dandy Glock 31 from fuck knows where and pointed it squarely at his approaching family jewels.
Did time just freeze? Oh, nope; just Mr. Angrypants, who was now looking more like Mr. Ijustshatmyselfpleasedon`tshootmewhythefuckdoyouhaveagunyoucrazybitch.
Oh, it would appear prickfeatures is fluent in freeze-or-lose-your-nuts-anese. Neat-o.
"Hey man, I..-"
XXI`s turn to play interrupting-cow-says-moo-and-the-occasional-fuck-off!
"Shut your mouth and skip to the running away like a little girl bit. I`m in no mood for small-talk, asshole." And I certainly don`t want to risk going down for losing my shit and shooting a waste of space like you, she thought.
Off he scuttled.
"Problem solvered."