Friend or Foe 2.0

[Vosur Aekira]

Vosur started to look about in the town, asking from merchant to merchant on where a tailor was, eventually coming across a seamstress about 2 alleyways away from the blacksmith. He entered, which the avian seamstress almost turned him away if he didn't raise up the moneybag and shake it in her view.

Seamstress: "Ah... customer, not beggar. And what can I do for you, Effendi?" she gave a slight bow to him.

Vosur: It took him a moment to recognize the term Effendi. "How much would 5 black shirts, 5 black pants, 2 brown shirts, 2 brown pants, and a triple-layer apron my size will cost me?" Looks into his bag to see what money he had, counting in the back of his head as he looked at it.

Seamstress: She took out a pen, started writing down the list as Vosur was speaking it. "Let's see... 30 silver for all the black set, 10 silver for all the brown set. The apron is custom, it will be 20 silver by itself. Sixty silver all together."

Vosur: Still looking into the pouch. "And would you be able to tell me what the currency exchange is here?"

Seamstress: "Of course, Effendi... 100 Coppers to 1 Silver, 100 silvers to 1 Gold, 10,000 coppers to 1 Gold." she nods.

Vosur: Reaches into the bag and places a gold coin on the table. "The rest is yours if you can finish that order before sunset and one set of the black I would like before I leave."

Seamstress: She snapped her finger as two of her apprentices, a young hyena and a fox, stopped the work they were doing and started work on Vosur's measurements. "Long-sleeve or short for your shirts?"

Vosur: "Short, less than finger's length between bottom of the sleeve to the elbow." He said as the apprentices were taking their notes then heading to start work. "Do you have a place for me to wait while these are being worked on?"

Seamstress: "Of course, Effendi. We rarely get individuals as generous and needing as you are for clothes though, but you are welcome to refreshments as you wait." She leads him to a curtained room, having a mint tea boiling over a fire.

Vosur slightly staggered into the room, his leg still needing work as he sat down and poured himself some of the mint tea into a clay cup that was nearby. He waited for them to finish, the Seamstress was preparing to close up shop as no other customers came in after him as it was nearing sunset.

[Somebody]

  Tezztor sat on the edge of the fountain, allowing his tail to freely swish amongst its waters. Looking about the square he wondered what it would be like to live here, he was after all his sona now and he could get respect and love in this place. "What do I have back home besides stress and bills? Here I can make something of myself and maybe even do some truly heroic things." he fantasized not really giving into the reality that things aren't always what they are in movies. Liszardia sat next to him, plopping down as if she were bored and throwing a tantrum in spite of it. "I never much liked this place." She suddenly spurted out, "All wolves and foxes. Reptiles are a rarity in this land, makes it very hard to find a mate unless your ready to settle for one of these furballs." The conversation seemed a bit trite given the circumstance, he could tell that she really paid no heed to him being there despite raptors supposedly being exinct. He just looked at her as she spoke, having no real imput to add to the conversation. "You looking for love Mr Raptor?" she said, giving him this odd look which might of been welcome hadn't he just met her. "It's Tezztor and I don't know I haven't really given much thought to love since my arrival to be honest." he said bluntly having much bigger worries then a mate at the moment. She seemed kinda disappointed at the fact that he seemed less then receptive to her. "Who knows, maybe if I meet the right reptile and got to know her a bit better I'll find love." he added for comfort. She seemed nice enough but now wasn't the time, maybe this bought him some time away from her relentless flirting.

  While waiting for Nara to return they heard a scream from behind and he turned fast enough to see a spat of blood fly through the air, a reptilian blur of something was killing civilians in the streets. Standing up he rushed around the fountain to get a closer look but what stood before him almost sat him back down. A dragon chameleon of no mistakable likeness to a friend of his, it was Rigor Mortis. "What tricks do my eyes play?!" he growled in confusion. Liszardia seemed less then amused as she whistled, two fearsome scaled wolves seemed to appear from no where growling. "Murderer!" She yelled as she pointed at Rigor, her two giant monstrosities heaving forth at an alarming rate. The raptor couldn't believe what was happening it was like he had just entered the twilight zone were he had just found his friend only to see her mangled by giant wolves. "Rigor look out!" he said as he charged one of the wolves. He had no weapons and his mind hadn't seemed to settle on Tezztor's abilities but he didn't even have to think about helping a friend, it was the only instinct that truly seemed to stay with him.

[PhantomStone]

i never imagined being ghost would be so hard the avian thought to herself as she was led out of the town by the big furry anthro. he brought her through the gate and then helped her into the woods. ok, so some how, i became my old fursona phantom falcon. and some how i got transported to this world. and some how i came here not in my clothes that i slept in, but in some tattered pants and a tattered shirt. ghost tried to figure things out as the kind dog brought her into the woods. so i guess this means my name is ghost now

"so, where be yer brother?" the dog asked looking around for any signs of a camp near by. ghost smoothly patted him on the shoulder. "he's around, I'll be fine now. thank you for helping me" the falcon girl said trying to get out of the dog's grip. but the big pair of furry arms would not let her go."please mis, i can't be lettin ye go into th' woods unprotected, let me take ye to yer brother" the dog said firmly looking around for the camp he thought would be there. ghost's eyes widened "the camp isn't far sir, i can take care of my self" she said forming resolve in her voice. that shocked her, she was just dumped in a new world with no allies, no way to call home and she had no way to see at the moment. she should be begging this dog not to leave her alone.

"even if i did believe ye could take care of yer self, i don't think ye could even find yer camp. now i ain't lettin ye go 'less i see yer brother" the dog said with resolve. and with that ghost mentally started swearing, trying to figure out some way to get out of her mess with out tellin this dog who she was. come on ghost, you got your self into this mess, how the heck are you gonna get out. the avian thought in vain to herself. "oh yes, i forgot my brother went into town to find an inn for us to stay in. i forgot, I'm sorry sir, thank you for getting me this far tho." she said trying to get out again. "non sense, i have to go back into town any way. I'd be happy to make sure you get to the inn safe. and i ought to have a word with your brother about lettin his blind little sester wander around the town alone like dat" the dog said angrily. "my name is Wilson, by the way" he said turning around and leading ghost back into town. great job ghost, well now this could be your chance to lose him in town. ghost thought glumly. she didn't have high hopes for escaping this capable dog.

they got back into town and ghost's head started pounding once more. she tried in vain to think of some way out. "what be this" Wilson growled. "what is it" ghost asked. "there seems to be a few new reptiles in town" he said he held onto ghost tighter, almost as if he was trying to protect his small charge. ghost's face turned into the picture of not wanting to be there. i have to get out of here.

[Vosur Aekira]

Vosur sat and closed his eyes, allowing himself to get used to his newfound sense of smell and hearing. The mint was soothing to him, but sounds from outside were almost distracting as he could hear fighting. He stayed where he was until the Seamstress dropped a shirt and pants, along with a pair of chords.

Seamstress: "Seems like there is a fight out there, Effendi... be careful." She speaks as she leaves him to allow him to change clothes.

Vosur: "I can hear it." he says before he hears a familiar name called out, which made his ears perk to full-height in the direction. "No way..." he says before he quickly gets changed, using the chords to blouse-up the pants under his new legs to prevent his pants being ripped through them. He goes to the customer-waiting area and looks out the window. "As for the rest of my clothes, I'll be back for them, and I have another order... could you make me 5 sets of black fingerless-gloves at wrist-length, and 2 sets of brown ones as well?" he glances back to the avian quickly with a smile.

Seamstress: "I'm sorry, Effendi, but we are closed. I can start on them tomorrow." She does a slight bow to him out of respect, approaching him with a piece of paper and pen to start writing down measurements as she personally measured his hands. "They will be about 70 silver total, and it will take me about 2 hours to make all of them."

Vosur: "Don't worry on that... you got what I needed in time." he nods as he hands her another gold piece. "Keep the change. You did quite well with the clothes in such short notice." He attaches the pouch with the remaining 8 pieces on a belt-loop as he exits the place, looking out into the crowd. "Be ready to allow me back in about 10 minutes."

The avian quickly locks up behind him to prevent anyone from coming in as he was exiting.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

She was ripped away from her own senseless pondering when she heard, "Rigor, look out!" It was odd; she had not told anyone a name when she had come, but when she whipped around, she saw a familiar face. It was familiar because she had drawn it before.. It was.. Tezztor..? "What the--" By the time she managed to utter a partial sentence, she was thrown to the ground by a wolf of large scale. His fur was bristled all the way down his back, and his teeth snapped in front of her face, just short of her snout. She was sure she's heard something crack as he landed on top of her.. Maybe her ribs. A flare of pain traveled up her spine, confirming that the snapping had been reality and not in her head.. She grunted, coughing up blood as he exerted his weight on top of her. "Wanna play dirty, eh?" she managed as she looked down to notice a certain position of his legs. Though the pain was excruciating, adrenalin kick in and she found herself in the mentality she kept when she had been in mixed martial arts classes back where she came from.

She quickly squirmed a bit and slid her leg under his inner thigh. Gripping one of his arms for a base and placing her leg behind his other leg, he wobbled a bit... And she rolled, effortlessly using his weight against him with a butterfly reversal, lifting under his leg and turning on top of him so that she was in control. With that, she rared back her knee and firmly planted it in his crotch, following it up with a couple of hard shots to the face and an elbow to the temple.. As she began to stop, a few wisps of black substance.. Almost like smoke or fog, rose from her jagged mouth and she reached down to his throat and grabbed a handful, digging her claws in with the same expression of pleasure as she would have if he had been conscience. Her neon purple tongue flicking excitedly with the other's blood on it. Just as she began to rip the chunk of flesh in her hand from the wolf's throat, she stopped and shook her head as if coming out of a fog and let go.

[PhantomStone]

ghost listened to everything happening between the wolf and the reptile. not being able to see anything and relying only on her hearing, the scene she saw was gruesome. the falcon girl started shaking just listening to the fight. she had heard the call of rigor from the crowd. the name struck her as familiar but she couldn't focus on it at the moment. the sounds of the fight had shaken her up. she suddenly felt suffocated from being hugged so tightly. the human ghost would have put up with the hugging for the sake of blending in. for some reason though the fiery falcon avian kicked backwards hitting the dog hard where it hurt. as he let go of ghost she took the opportunity to try to run as far away from the dog and the gruesome sounds of death before her. ghost still hadn't managed to work out how she was supposed to see with out eyes. so she relied on her hearing, not even paying attention to what her eyes saw, or didn't see as the case was.

once she focused on her hearing she once again found the sound wave pattern and studied it. the falcon girl ran off, avoiding the area's where the sound around her had bounced off of. she tried to wind her way through the crowd, but quickly got lost finding no physical marker's for her to place on her mental map. ghost swore out loud, cursing her own stupidity. "come on ghost, use your head" she had no idea where she was. she ran forward not focusing on her hearing and ended up running into another anthro. she muttered an apology and tried to get out of the square. no little sucess.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Upon hearing a conflict brewing and smelling the scent of blood in the air, I felt a strange sensation run over me like an electrical current through my body yet again, I was uncomfortable with the thoughts and urges going through my mind, but ultimately was able to suppress them for the time being, and for a moment I could feel my abilities to reason and think logically slip away, slowly becoming replaced by primal instinct. "You're a man, not an animal, pull yourself together..." I struggled with this new side of my mind, vying for control of the body. I slipped into a partly shadowed corner outside of the building I was in near the square, sitting down I held my knees to my chest and my claws over my eyes, shaking my head back and forth hysterically. "Why is this happening to me...?" Whispering to myself, I subtly began hearing a voice ringing in my ears, "You seem tired, distressed. Maybe you should take a nap." the voice had a masculine yet slightly pleasant, unimposing tone, apparently tying to admire me into listening to it. "Who are you?" I thought, trying to focus my attention away from my senses on the outside world. "Now is not the time, I will fill you in when you reawaken. Now, rest, would you kindly?" Instantly after the voice's command was spoken, I could feel my eyes become heavy, and I quickly fell into a shallow sleep...

[Somebody]

  Tezztor jumps onto the second scaled wolf, his talons tearing at him haphazardly trying to protect his friend. What happened next seemed a blur as Tezztor's killer instincts took over, blood splattered over the ground and and the wolf fell over, lifeless. He had severed its spinal column and severed all its muscles in its neck in one quick gash with his talons. Before he could relish in his victory Liszardia rushed by conjuring ice shards to attack with."No! Don't attack Rigor!" he yelled at her as he grabbed her and pushed her to the ground interupting her spell. "What are you doing? Shes a murderer.." the Iguaness asked with a puzzled look on her face. Reaching down he grabbed her claw and helped her back to her feet. "Shes not a murderer, whoever she killed I'm sure deserved it." For a moment an awkward silence came over them as he was unsure exactly how to explain this to her in a way that wouldn't sound so off the wall crazy.  "Shes...."he hesitated. "Shes an old friend."

  She raised a brow as she turned to Rigor looking her over, sensing someithing evil within her. "Shes kinda gangly." she said despite her own short stature. Part of her saw Rigor as a threat, the darkness within and the other part just didn't like a female in her territory. Flicking her finger some of the wounds on Rigor began to heal. Tezztor looked and Rigor and shrugged, "Rigor what are you doing here? Your the last person I expected to see in this place." he said with amazement at her very being. But it dawned on him, she could be a being of this world and not the friend he knew and if that were the case she would be a terrible danger. he scratched his dewflap as he thought on it. Looking back Lisz was staring at him as if waiting for a development.

[Vosur Aekira]

Vosur wandered around to try to find a way to see through the crowd. Though he was taller than most of them, but he could not see through to where the action was taking place. Being careful to not step on any feet, he started making his way through the crowd until he got close enough in the clearing to see two familiar figures. He stood in silence as he watched the ongoing events, unsure of what he was seeing. "No... it could not be. But it's too coincidental to not be..." he said quietly, almost drawing attention from nearby citizens to himself.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor arched a brow. "Gangly?" She leaned forward, and her striped tongue crept out of her mouth and onto the iguana's cheek teasingly leaving a smudge of blood. Her tongue was longer than most, and she seemed to want to show that to her audience. "M'dear, I'm beautiful. Don't be jealous." After her tongue retreated, her mouth pulled back into a jagged grin that hinted a bit of venom in her words, and she made her way to Tezztor exaggerating her movements as if t show off. When she began to speak with him, her tone and body language immediately changed and she seemed to be a different being than before when she had teased the other two reptiles. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered so only he could hear. "Ring ring ring ring ring.." It was the only way to be sure.

[Somebody]

  Tezztor flinched a bit when he heard the words, it was then he knew he wasn't truly alone in this world. "Rigor.." he whispered back trying not to catch to much attention from those around. 'What are you doing here?" The situation had become that much more dire, he wasn't the only one here and this his own interests were not the only thing at hand. What if more were around wandering aimlessly in the dark wondering why and the when? After a moment he added, "Im glad to see you, you don't know what it means to me that your here." It was the truth, having her here made the world of difference. Suddenly it wasn't as if the world was so strange anymore, but a land to be explored. With his friend by his side together they look unlock the mysteries of this land. All comfort was quickly quelled as he remembered this is Rigor, Tezztor's bane in living form. What if the personas took over, what if she couldn't control Rigor and what if he couldn't control Tezztor? Too many questions left unanswered left him in disarray.

  With a sack full of items Nara made her way back to the fountain proud of her deed hoping it would win the raptor's favor over her sister. The two had a hard time finding mates and this raptor seemed so nice. Upon entering the square her peaceful daydreaming turned to worry as the stench of freshly spilled blood filled the air. On the far side her sister stood, seemingly frustrated while the prospective raptor stood next to a dragoness. "Unbelievable." she spouted fairly certain that was the cause of her sister's grief. Rushing forth through the crowd she was cut off abruptly by being run into by a seemingly dazzled white wolf. Hadn't it been for her otherworldly reflexes she'd of surely hit the gravel. "Excuse me! Watch were your going!" she growled right at the white wolf with her teeth baring. "You ran into me and weren't even looking were you were going." As if by some cosmic connection the other of the two sisters homed in on the white wolf angry at his rude bumping into her sister like it was impossible for accidents to be made.

[PhantomStone]

ghost now heard the second killing of a man. she wanted to cover her ears from the gruesome noise. she was scared from the noise, she could barely figure out where she was going. she was literally freaking out when she heard the word of rigor through the crowd. the simple word was spoken by a different voice, a rougher voice compared to all the furry voices she heard. ghost turned back to the remnants of the fight. the sound made by the other's in the area bounced off the scene at different angles, making a 3D image for her mind to pick up. ghost focused her mind and quickly saw the scene in the sonic pattern. the two people at the center looked a lot like the other people from the forums. rigor mortis, and tezztor aslir ne'taku. both moderators, great artists and generally good people from what she remembered.

 for that moment ghost wanted to run up and say hi to the two reptiles in the center, but then ghost's mind flashed back to the fight only moments ago. one it might not be them, and two, they probably wouldn't like seeing my whiny self here after they just both clawed a dude to death. i'll catch up with them later she thought wearily to her self. she started looking around the square for any one familiar, if she, tezztor and rigor were here, possibly, maybe some one else was here. being the short girl she was ghost found the fountain in the middle of the square. she climbed on and tried to search out any one she recognised. or at least looked familiar.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

As I fell deeper into my sleep, I could sense the sounds and smells around me start to fade away, and I entered a of dream-like state...

In my 'dream' was the interior of a large Cathedral, it was dark and dimly lit by small candles on five foot tall candle sticks along the walkway to the altar, and behind that a grand Pipe Organ, with a highly decorative case of ornate carvings and Dragons. The instrument seemed to be non-funtioning, as the robed player operated the keys, pedals and knobs no sound came from the bronze pipes, or at least as far as my ears could tell. The console held hundreds of components, I imagined that it would take years of practice to play the instrument properly. I turned around to face a huge wooden door with a heavy wooden beam holding it closed, it was to high up to reach and even if I could, I would not be able to move it. Likely there would be a lever or turn crank to lift the block, but there was no such device nearby, and I did not care to leave at the moment. I looked down at my body, it was Human, to say the least I was relieved, but also felt drained of my strength. The clothes I wore this time were simple garments, one that any commoner would wear during the Renaissance age. They were plain and grey, nothing fancy, but certainly better than what I was wearing before. "I sense you have questions." the Organ player asked, with a slight hiss to hiss in his voice, I recognized it as the disembodied voice that spoke to me just before I fell asleep. "Who are you? Why am I here? What happe-" "One at a time, please. Now, what is it you wish to know?" I stammered as I tried to speak to the Organ player, he gave off an unpleasant aura as he neared me. "I-I want to know w-who you are." "You should know that one, after all..." He pulled his hood back, showing his slim saurian muzzle. "You created me." He gazed into my eyes with his burning red eyes, they were filled with anger and madness, it was Shailik Shauli the Atrocious...

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor's heart fluttered when he flinched at the very song she always teased him with for fun, and she couldn't help but playfully punch the big oaf of a raptor in the arm. "What am I doing here? I.. I don't know. I fell asleep beside my mate while we were watching a movie.. then woke up here. But if you're here, that means maybe he --- I mean, maybe there's more." She took a step closer to Tezztor and stretched her leg out along with her tail and exaggerated a turn to show her new form off. "What do you think? I look just like I draw her." she smiled.. "And I see you've gained a fan club since we last talked." she indicated with a nod to the iguanas.

[Somebody]

Tezztor smiles, feeling a bit of relief as if the strange world around him became that much more familiar. "Looking good Rigor, every bit as beautiful as your concept even more so in person." he said trying to cheer her up a bit, he knew that she was hurting inside if her mate wasn't here she'd want to get back. He would help her if that was what she wanted. He leaned in a bit, "Don't worry if hes here I will help you find him, if not I will help you get back to him" he reassured. Above his own needs he was her friend and he gave his vow to help her. Looking back he saw the two iguanas giving a large white wolf trouble, though the wolf seemed somewhat familiar. "Ah yes the twins, as overzealous and in serious need of a hug as they are they seem alright. Maybe they can help us find the answers we seek." Again he smiled, it was just so much of a relief to him to not be alone in this mess for however long it was to last. A glint in the fountain caught his attention and he saw a avian near it, though he didn't recognize it.

  Despite the reunion it stood as a bit odd to him, so much had happened in a short amount of time. Here he was as the fearsome Tezztor, a raptor assassin and dream come true. Next to him stood his best friend in a time period were the possibility of great adventure awaited. He should be the happiest he has ever been but doubt and problems still lingered in his mind. Obviously he couldn't just be here for the delight of being here, something more was at stake and even if it weren't would helping Rigor cause him to loose it all. He knew she was troubled even if she was happy to be here, surely Result would be here too as it wouldn't seem right to have her here and not him. After all they were both scalies like him. Interrupting his own thoughts he looked at Rigor who despite it all seemed happy and sad at the same time. "We need to find a base of operations and try to find out why we are here above all else. Only then do I feel we can find Res or if he is not here get you back to him."