Usagi stands at the back door clutching the door jam with one hand and his blooded katana in the other. He is breathing heavily and his kimono has tears in the sleeves and is singed in several places.

Did someone forget to mention the dangers of the forest to the newcomer?

[Tiny Tags: Miyamoto Usagi, Dr. John Vattic]

It's been a long, hard day in the Nursery Crimes Division. Two new 'straw-into-gold' dens have popped up, and there's been trouble amongst the bears, to say nothing (and please, please say nothing) about the public nuisance complaints about the mold growing from the Old Lady's shoe-shaped house ( Read more... )

The front door slams open, and a fox all in green, carrying a sword (stolen) skids through.

Now, really, if you think about it, is this any weirder than when a fox all in green carrying a bow and a quiver of arrows comes in?

Probably not, considering it's the same fox.

The fact that an archer strolls through the front door, whistling idly and looking like he hasn't a care in the world isn't that unusual, at least not around here ( Read more... )

The door bursts open, to allow in a fox with a sword ( Read more... )

Some say that life is a never-ending race between mountain tops and valleys, going up one moment and coming down the next. Arthur Curry would beg to differe; not only is he only on land when visiting friends and blowing up highly illegal labs belonging to Lex Luthor, but he'd tend to liken life to a series of waves that come and go at regular ( Read more... )

Will slept badly last night and spent the morning wearing himself out with sword forms.

Now he sits inside, staring at the fire and ignoring the food in front of him.

He's been rubbing at his wrists without knowing it as he thinks of Doc and steel.

Tap, taptap, tapThe front door opens to admit one tattered-looking blind beggar, cup in one hand, cane in the other, a pair of archaic darkened glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his long muzzle ( Read more... )

"Little John!" The door swings open to admit one fleet-footed fox, carrying neither bow nor arrows, but dressed in his habitual green. "Johnny, this..."

He skids to a stop, blinking. This is not the cave behind the waterfall.

"You know," He informs the bar at large, wryly, "That could have been timed a little better, don't you think?"

When Lissar finally goes to the Bar and sets her laptop on it a note pops up. Notes, of course, are to be read.

This one asks her to Bartend...and she winces with amusement a little bit before saying, "Of course." and gliding behind the bar.

Specials
White Lady
Truck Punch
Dog Biscuit

"Alright. Let's see how this goes."