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Rave has a minion!

Happy the Grumps




Rave
Legacy Name: ~Damkina~


The Blacklight Paralix
Owner: DarkSaint

Age: 15 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: November 10th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 4 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: November 10th, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 33
     
  • Strength: 57
     
  • Defense: 15
     
  • Speed: 15
     
  • Health: 15
     
  • HP: 10/15
     
  • Intelligence: 50
     
  • Books Read: 41
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Head of Adoptions


Chapter 2
Raving Mad


Inside the club, Dance With the Dead was blaring and a decent sized crowd was gyrating about to the beat. Zonja made a beeline to the bar and took her seat. Unable to decide what to order, she asked for "something fruity."

"Something fruity, coming right up." The bartender replied.

Over the course of an hour Zonja drank a piƱa colada, a strawberry daiquiri, and a third drink that she couldn't remember. She felt buzzed enough by then, but no better about her loss. As she endured the thumping of the music throughout her first and probably last visit to The Rompin' Zebra, she found no solace in the history of beverages that were rings of condensation beneath her miserable countenance.

She thought to herself, "This is pointless, I'm going home." So she paid her tab, stood up to leave, and started towards the the exit. But before she could take a second step, she was plowed into by a stumbling drunkard who then nearly fell to the floor. "WATCH where you're going, toots!" the drunkard exclaimed as she teetered with her beer in hand.

With a sigh, Zonja muttered, "Thanks, that's just what I needed." She then started on her way, but was stopped by her offender.

"Look, I'm sorry," she apologized as she grabbed Zonja's shoulder, partly for balance, "but I've got sooo many sheets right now and it's VEEERY WINDY! PLEASE girly, sit, and let me buy you a drink. It's the least I can do!"

"Ummm, well..."

"I won't take no for an answer! Hicc-" She coaxed Zonja back to her seat with a gentle shove and belted out, "BaaaarTENDER! Please get my friend here something...what do you like? OH! You can't go wrong with a mule. TWO MOSCOW MULES POR FAVOR!" She then plunged into the seat next to Zonja, chugged her beer, and extended her hand for a shake. "My peeps call me Rave."

Reluctant to touch this boisterous loon, Zonja sharply replied, "As in, raving mad?"

With absolute stillness and piercing vexation, Rave glared into Zonja's eyes and then burst out in laughter. "HA HAAAA! I like you, you don't take shit. Ah, thanks cap'n." Rave grabbed her drink from the bartender and pushed the other to Zonja. "So what's your story?"

"Well...my name's Zonja, and I'm here because both my parents just died and I thought a few drinks might numb the pain. I was wrong." Zonja and Rave exchanged sorrowful glances, then Zonja said, "Screw it, maybe a fourth one will do the trick." And so she took a long sip from her mule.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Rave said. "My dad left before...before I could walk, and my mom ditched me with my aunt when I was twelve. Then I ran away at seventeen and never looked back." She leaned forward, shook off a look of despondency, and regained her batty smirk. "I learned to live on stolen credit cards until I finally got caught. But a wicked nice lady at the station set me up with her friend at the pound, y'know, the one at the edge of town, and I've been working there ever since." Rave again lost her smirk, gazed into nothingness and said, "Since then I've seen some pretty weird shit."

Zonja was thinking that this chick must be crazy, but reasoned that a story from her might be just the thing to distract herself from her nagging depression. "Oh really, how weird?"

Rave cocked her head back and replied, "Oh, you wouldn't believe me. No one ever does." She drank the rest of her mule, then put down the copper mug and said, "Eh, what the hell. Do you believe in monsters?"

Zonja rolled her eyes and uttered, "Oh boy, here we go."

"No, I'm serious! Ok..." Rave leaned in and said, "Let me tell you about the first monster I saw. It happened at the pound. I was working the last shift, as I always do, so it was dark as I was closing up. I had just adopted out a cat to this guy who seemed kinda' weird, but let's face it, some cat people are weird, so I didn't think much of it, until..." She leaned closer." I heard the cat scream, like...an agonizing meow, so I looked out through the door into the parking lot and saw the guy at his car eating the cat."

Zonja's eyes bugged out and her heart skipped a beat. She relaxed just as quickly as she thought, "Now I know she's full of shit," but she humored Rave and asked, "You can't be serious...like, raw? He ate a raw cat?"

"I saw him eating a raw freaking cat, dude. I didn't tell my boss or- BUUURP -or call the police, because they wouldn't have believed me any more than you do right now. Buuurp. And I surely wasn't about to stop him, at least not right then and there."

Zonja downed the rest of her Moscow mule, put the mug on the counter and experienced a brief full-body spasm as the remaining quantity of booze went down her gullet. "I'm gonna needzanother drink," she slurred.

Rave waved to the bartender and bellowed, "Two Downeasts please, with cinnamon on the rim!!" She continued her story, "SO...wouldn't ya' know, he came back a week later, asking to adopt a puppy. A PUPPY, man!"

"Oh my God, not a puppy," Zonja muttered with her hand across her face, in half-belief as she watched the bartender fix up her glass.

"Apparently he didn't notice that I saw him before. So he filled out the paperwork and I sold him the puppy. But this time...THIS TIME Zonja, I was prepared!" Rave exclaimed with her pointer finger in the air.

"Prepared to do what?" asked Zonja.

"Well..." Rave began, waiting quietly for a moment as the bartender handed them their hard ciders. As he walked away Rave continued, "I bought a metal bat at the sporting goods store a couple towns over. I thought it might make less of a mess than something sharp or loud, if you know what I mean. Well, that logic doesn't apply when you need to hit someone over, and over, and over again."

Zonja then burst out in drunken laughter and said, "This all sounds ENTIRELY fffffarfetched Rave, and no, I don't believe...umm...I don't believe you're...uhh...not making this up. Ha!"

"I'm absolutely serious Z! This guy would just not go down. He wasn't normal!" Rave then finished her statement with another loud belch. Zonja carried on chortling at the notion of Rave's tale and at her punctuations of foul smelling eructation. "Alright Z, I'll tell ya' what. Since you find this all so amusing-"

Zonja interjected, "I SOOO do right now. Hicc-"

"Come with me tonight. I've been pumping myself up for a hunt, and you can tag along to see how real this kind of shit really is." Rave offered.

"SUUUURE why not? WHY would I not come with you, you nutty nut, you," Zonja slurred as she tapped Rave's shoulder with her fist. "I'm totally up for some WILD shit right now! Let's go!" Zonja managed to stand from her barstool and tottered her way towards the exit. Rave slammed down some cash on the counter as the bartender walked by, and then took off after Zonja.

Tag along with Rave and Zonja

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Pet Treasure


Rift Blob Kitty

Blackberry Freeze Pop

Wood-Fired Pizza Sample Box

Pet Friends


Zonja
is sorta naive

Sharptooth
has an attitude