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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Sept 23, 2014 21:43:35 GMT
As they walked Hermes produced the bottle he’d snatched on their way out of the bar. Looking at the label he shrugged then removed the pourer which he stashed in his pocket. Taking a belt he handed the bottle to Tibs. He hoped the man didn’t mind drinking behind him and while he could finish the bottle of Sambuca himself he was feeling in a charitable mood. Plus it would have been rude to not share. He was rarely purposefully rude.
"That’s funny you should say that. Every big cat lycanthrope I’ve ever met has been big. There was even a short order cook in Georgia that was the definition of the cowardly lion but he was big as well. Not overly muscled like you or anything but still big. It’s why I guessed one of the Big Cats."
Walking a spell he accepted the bottle back and took another swig. Taking another he handed it back to Tibs. He’d had a good few belts so far and he was still too keyed up for some reason. It was probably a hold over from Beautimous. That place always did a number on him. At least this time he hadn’t ended up in bed with a possessive Phouka with delusions of grandeur. “So if you don’t mind me asking Tibs what do you do to bring home the bacon? I could always use a big guy like you. Especially with some of the places I go. I have a job on the west coast in a week I have to head to San Diego and deal with a guy named Vanderbilt something about inheritance that’s being disputed.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2014 4:33:27 GMT
Tiber saw Hermes pull a bottle out of nowhere like he had a role playing game inventory. he couldn't help but smile. as he wondered what else he had in his inventory. Tiber wondered if Hermes could make a disproportionately bottomless knapsack like her seen in the average RPG. those could be useful, then again did mages worry about carrying weight? Hermes was well tones but definitely not a pig man so obviously not.
"Really, I have seen some big cats that were...not. Back in the old pride I was one of the big guys so he wanted to use me as bullet catcher because of my size. I just didn't think meat shield would work on my resume."
Taking the offered bottle from Hermes, looking at the bottle than back to Hermes, unsure "I'm not sure about that Hermes remember... Infected." Using his fingers to hold the bottle so that his mouth didn't touch the bottle he took a belt, passing it back.
"Perhaps you may want to pull a cup of something from you inventory?"
Tiber said with chuckle. while Tiber wouldn't get too drunk from just one bottle because his bottle processed the alcohol within seconds of swallowing it. he also did not want to leave any DNA on the glass because a lycanthropic mage just wouldn't be fair.
"Well I'm a therapist, and If you are going to see Vanderbilt then I suggest to bring a gun, He's why I'm down here. He will try to stiff you on the pay and if you make a ruckus he will try to ruff you up but good. I didn't work like that and he didn't agree with me. "
Tiber lifted his shirt to show scars that cris - crossed across his back and ribs. that disappeared under his pants. dropping the shirt with a shrug, Tiber figured that the scars made more of an impact than words would ever do.
"Do me a solid don't mention that we met to him otherwise he will send more guys down this way and it would get ugly fast. I'm not running and he won't take no for an answer."
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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Oct 1, 2014 0:16:16 GMT
Hermes nodded collecting his thoughts. The scars made him angry but he choked back the feeling as best as possible. He tried to justify the need for violence amongst the lycanthropes. He couldn’t find a real reason especially as yes they had instincts and impulses from their furry sides they were still human. It was a rough way yes but they were still human and that made such actions even more horrible.
"You’re only contagious if you’re bleeding from the mouth or you skeet a load into the bottle. Neither I think is a good chance. Its all in the blood and viscera unless you’ve mastered the whole shifting just your mouth into that of a lion." Hermes shrugged as if he was proof against the lycanthrope virus. He wasn’t no one was but he was reasonably sure that Tibs was a conscientious member of the furry. He was more likely to double infect himself than someone else.
Seeing the scars mar Tibs flesh caused Hermes to shiver. Not from the horrid looking flesh but because of the feelings it engendered in him. It made him want to head down to San Diego and place a hex on the man. Curse his whole family twice over all the way back to their great grandfather’s great grandfather. He wouldn’t of course using magic for heinous reasons such as that would have horrible consequences.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2014 0:50:38 GMT
Tiber could almost smell the disgust on Hermes. on some level Tiber could understand how it looks, however he did not want the other man's pity. The reason Tiber shown the scar was purely for illustrating the many reasons why he could not, would not head Back to San Diego with his friend. Also he wanted to arm his friend with knowledge. it was something that would be of more use than money. If Tiber could impress upon Hermes how dangerous a man TJ Vanderbilt was the more likely he was to return back to the big easy. TJ would just as easy.. no more likely kill him than pay him once his services was rendered. He would be less likely to try something if Hermes kept an eye out. If he was drinking while Hermes was talking He would have done a spit take.
"You know that's gross right, like really, really gross man. "
While he could do partial changes, he would never think to infect a person, to do so was monstrous, while he learned to live with and eventually he came to love his beast, he understood the fear and the life that came along with it. Tiber also understood that it wasn't for everybody, just like vampires, it was a lifestyle that not everyone could truly stomach. being born a mage, robbed Hermes of a choice much like in his case.
"Yes I can, but I wouldn't, that would look weird as well as the lion wouldn't touch alcohol, it smells too alien, The beast like warm liquids, it won't even drink cold water. And I wouldn't infect anyone if I could possibly help it. When you get up to California watch your back because once you help him until you board that plane you are a target make no mistake he will be looking for ways to kill you."
He told Hermes to be careful, it was the best he could do. besides trying to go back, however doing that would put both of them on TJ's radar and he would be looking to kill them both or kill Hermes and try to force Tiber back into his employ. Tiber was conflicted and it shown on his face, he didn't want his friend to risk it, at least not alone, but to go would put the both of them in even more danger. so he could only warn him and hope for the best.
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Post by Hermes Xanatos on Oct 2, 2014 6:56:31 GMT
Hermes nodded taking a nice swig from the bottle. He was feeling the warmth now nad enjoyed it. It made him far more talkative than normal and he was willing to give full reign to that feeling. He was strangely okay with Tiber. Yes he could at a moments notice rip his face off but that wasn’t part of the charm of the man. He was calm and warm and a lot of other things no one would expect from a man that turned furry once a month and ripped living things to shreds.
"A little but true all too true. There was this girl in Santa Cruz de la Sierra that was able to change her coño. It was really weird but she did it for the crowd that wanted a little strange. She was the most expensive girl they had and had regulars. First time I heard of such a thing that was back in oh six, I wonder if she is still around. "
Realizing he was holding the bottle he passed it back to Tibs.
"I know it doesn’t seem like it but I am always paying attention. It’s a job and it pays well. So I will probably take it but I don’t want to go alone so I guess I will try to recruit an off duty cop or two. I hate California anyway its too bright. Everyone is a fucking idiot all soft and trying to gut you open at one time." Holding up his hands as if he were being held at gunpoint Hermes went on. “Wait no offense I don’t want to piss you off but yeah its true.”
As he missed the curb Hermes began to fall he closed his eyes and through his arms in front of his face for impact.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2014 22:58:34 GMT
"She could change it into what? I mean wouldn't it still look the same just bigger and deeper?"
Tiber was just thinking it would look like an old semi retired porn star or ex prostitute at that point, Tiber thought it would be more useful for a sensitive or under endowed guy to change that part then a woman because it would still be the same at least to his mind set. he could be wrong, it wouldn't be the first time. Taking the bottle from Hermes, taking a swig from the bottle. seeing the volume of alcohol in the bottle was rapidly shrinking.
"Thanks Hermes"
Perhaps if the woman were to morph her breasts, especially if she had like six nipples that might be more interesting. the thought made him chuckle to himself.
"Why not shift her tits be a real six..."
As he was talking he saw Hermes tilt then lean. He knew what this meant. he didn't have to have magic to know that Hermes was done. drinking he could even be blacking out, even if he knew where Hermes lived he would not be able to get him there. Catching Hermes about halfway to the ground he eased him the rest of the way to the ground on his back.
"Whoa bro. Easy, looks like you're done drinking, let's get you somewhere to sleep it off."
Hailing a cab, he had hoped that he didn't move to quickly, scanning the crowd no on seemed to stop or take notice.
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