The Hooded Cloak

[Trixsie Vixen]

In a forgotten town, past the edge of civilization, is a back alley.  And down that back alley is an unlit stairwell leading down to an unmarked door.  Behind the door lies the remains of a once busy tavern: The Slaughtered Lamb.

Since the end of the slave trade the money dried up and then so did the alcohol.  All that remains is a permanently closed kitchen and dozens of poorly lit booths, stalls and corners.

Those denizens who speak of it simply call it The Cloak.  Some meet there to do shady business, some because they don't want to be found and some just want to forget the horror of their past.

The rules are few:

1 No brawling!
2 Mind your own business!
3 Don't mess with the barmaid!

"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy."

(OOC: The setting is purposefully vague to allow for characters from any era to co-exist.  All welcome regardless of species, setting and interests)

Post Merge: August 13, 2016, 03:44:59 PM
Surveying the snoring buffalo sprawled across a table, Trix the barmaid waited for the gamblers nearby to get in an argument before collecting her tip from the slumbering patron's pockets.  Surveying the cobweb strewn monument to dark and ugly carpentry which was The Cloak, she had a feeling today would see a new face darken her doorstep.


"I hope they have money"

[Ben]

Ben walked down a dark ally to a place somebody recommended to him. Honestly he didn't know what to think of the situation, walking down a dark narrow ally because somebody told him it'd be worth his while. In fact now that he said it in his head the whole idea seemed ridiculous. But Ben was ready for anything, he had been in many fights before; quite evident from the stitched cuts in his cloak and the scars on his face.

"Here it is" Ben grabbed the handle to the door and pulled it with extreme force expecting somebody on the other side waiting for him. With the door now wide open Ben stood sword in hand and hood covering most of  his facial features  with a shadow.

He scanned the room only to see that it was an old tavern. So Ben returned the sword to its spot on his side.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Trixsie looked up as the door opened.  Her desire for business at war with her distaste of company.


"Shut the door, you born in a barn?"


She grimaced with a hint of welcome and nodded to a vacant booth.

[sha-draw]

A fur in a hooded cloak bursts in, shivering and then shaking himself. He has red eyes under the cloak, but other then that it is hard to tell

He sticks his paws in his pockets.

[Tina]

A truly odd person walks into The Cloak who just radiates an aura of excitement. She was a red Fox with short hair and wearing a red sun dress. The tips of her fingers, feet and tail were truly strange as they seemed to swirl with a multitude of different colors...and oddly looked like they were made of paint. She skips over to an empty booth and sits down, pulling out a sketchbook and humming to herself.

[Trixsie Vixen]

"Hmmm, looks like there's some new furs in town"


Trixsie takes a cloudy glass of water to the red fox.  It's not obvious if the glass of the water is cloudy.


"Kitchen's closed but I could rustle up something if you want"


Turning to the red-eyed mystery fur
"There a seat by the fire your cold"

[Tina]

The red Fox opens her  sketchbook and writes using her finger, which actually was made of paint as it seemed.
"Do you have any paint or ink?" Is what she wrote and it appeared that she was mute.

[Trixsie Vixen]

"Ah, quiet type huh?  I think you'll fit in nicely"


The surly barmaid searches out the back and returns with a bottle of black squid ink.


"I was saving this for a mystery casserole, but you can have it for $10.  And that's at cost"

[Tina]

The Fox smiles and chugs the whole ink bottle, as she does her fur turns blue instead of red. When she finishes puts a $20 on the table.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Impressed but trying not to show it the vixen takes the money wordlessly.  She walks to the fire and pokes it into action, then goes back to the closed kitchen and puts on a pot of coffee.

[Tina]

While the barmaid is away, the Vixen looks around for something to do. This place seemed so dark and dreary, maybe she could do some entertaining for the guests. She got from her booth and went to the center of the room. 

[sha-draw]

The hooded fur and watched this is interest, but rarely seemed impressed, and walked over to the bar itself with a very high air about himself. He brushed past the now blue fox, not bothering to take a second look at them.

[Tina]

The Vixens fur turned grey as she started to look nervous, but start anyway. She started dancing but at the same time it felt like she was getting ready to paint. She made brush like movements with her arms and when she did, actual red paint began to float in the air. The paint roared to life as it caught on fire and it became clear that her paint was magic. As she continued to dance she began to look more and more like a dancing flame, flickering this way and that with her brush like movements. Her feet also began to spread green paint across the floor which sprouted grass and flowers with each step. The whole scene was a work of art.

[sha-draw]

The hooded fur watches, but seems uninterested. He grabs a drink and seats him self at the bar, and leans back, watching before yawning.

[Tina]

The Vixen looks at the figure and puffs up her cheeks in anger. The plants and fire disappear and the Vixen goes back to her booth.