With the exception of a distinct lack of bleeding side wounds, Martin has exactly what he first entered the bar with. A couple of bags, an attitude, the works ( Read more... )

Raina is a little late on Christmas, but they she's never really cared about celebrating the holiday before. And even more rare, is the whole her giving gifts part. But, despite the lateness of it, she's giving this year ( Read more... )

Even the most casual of glances at the life of Martin, bastard son of Random of Amber, would see a trail of blood loss and blithe carelessness of the integrity of skin (his and that of other people) a mile wide ( Read more... )

Elizabeth and Raina are up ( Read more... )

Raina is in a booth. She has a large plate of pancakes, bacon, and sausage in front of her, with a nice size dent in all the food. It should really be wrong for someone so small to be able to eat so much food. She's multitasking while she eats though. Meaning that she's going through an herb seed catalog while she eats ( Read more... )

There are two lycanthropes in the bar. Are they aware of each other? Most likely. Old aquaintences can't really be forgotten with the history these two have. But they are ignoring each other ( Read more... )

If you go out in the woods tonight
You’re sure of a big surprise.Out in the forest, there’s a large wereleopard roaming the forest. Elizabeth loves this form as much as her human form, if not a little more at times. There’s a little more sense of freedom when you have a whole forest at your pads and claws. As well as a whole species of rabbit to ( Read more... )

Raina's in a booth. No, not the same one from yesterday. Though, it does have the same paperwork on it. If not a little less, because the stacks become more organized and not so much all over as she works her way through them. The green stuff on a plate is back as well, till smothered under bacon. The coke is in hand and she's sipping it through a ( Read more... )

Raina's still in the bar. Same booth as earlier too, and it's still littered with paperwork. Only real difference is that instead of salad, she's moved on to a rather large ice cream sundae, with the chocolate that hardens when it hits the ice cream on top. She might be willing to share, if asked nicely. After all, no small woman such as herself ( Read more... )

[Despite having commented to two separate posts, he hasn't had a proper entrance. So here it is.]Somewhere in the Darkened Area™ of Milliways is a Death Eater, staring at everyone as though they were pieces of meat ( Read more... )