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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Jun 5, 2010 21:59:30 GMT -5
Ravage growls low in his throat, but he stand up up on all fours in preparation to follow Farlane onto the stage.
The display between the dancer and Barricade is threatening to make him ill.
On general band, over very low power, he rumbles. //Level of perceived threat?//
So Farlane learns the cat can communicate in other than growls.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jun 9, 2010 15:47:43 GMT -5
"Oh, fine," Farlane murmurs, tapping the plates on Barricade's chin sternly. "You're very lucky you're cute. The costume director's gonna kill me." Well, if these two didn't manage it first that is, but they didn't have to know that.
Then the cop boy leans in and Farlane almost lets himself indulge in a kiss, entirely forgetting to answer the question. Hot damn, pretty copper. It was a pity he couldn't actually keep the promised meeting. Luckily Ravage decides to interrupt him before anything stupidly impulsive could be done and the pink car takes a moment to feign looking surprised.
"So the kitten talks," he grins. Which doesn't answer the kitten's question. It does get things moving though.
"Well," reluctantly stepping away from Barricade, he smiles and tips his hat in farewell before strutting out the door, shouting, "let's go kitten!" over his shoulder.
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Post by Barricade on Jun 11, 2010 18:42:46 GMT -5
"We all have to have our talents," Barricade replies with a wink and a smirk. "But I'm also reliably informed that I make a good bodyguard, if that director gets too... disappointed."
"Break a leg strut." Time for the next act of the show.
ooc: 'Cade is going skippable during the performance, unless needed.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Jun 12, 2010 18:27:46 GMT -5
Over general: //Not a kitten! Grrrrrrr//
No, Ravage is a full-grown hellcat, thank you very much.
He stalks after Farlane, though he pauses at the door to give Barricade one last scathing look.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jun 13, 2010 16:17:11 GMT -5
"Is adorable alright then?" Farlane smirks as they stride through the make up and glitter laden crowds of showgirls milling about the dressing room and into the dully lit hallway leading to the backstage area. There, quite a few sets of alien eyes glanced up.
"These are our fellow performers," the mech says, sweeping his hand over the 'beasts' that filled the hallway, waiting for their number. There were about six altogether, ranging from four legged to having dozens of limbs and they all wore some form of pink collars. Most of them were also around Ravage's size although one was notably larger: a black insectoid with six legs. He was tall enough to nearly touch the cieling.
Striding over to one of his fellow dancers - a pale chimera-like being with silver, fin-like projections rising from her back- he smiles and gestures at Ravage to come over.
"This is Llydcine," he begins. "Ya gotta improv a bit since you weren't here for the rehersals, but if you're lost, jus' keep an eye out fer what she's doin'. Capiché?"
Llydcine give Ravage a rather odd look, then clicks at Farlane.
"Oh naw, nuthin' like that," the carbot mutters, then giggles and clicks right back at her. Why, yes, they are talking about Ravage behind his back in front of him.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Jun 15, 2010 13:05:08 GMT -5
//Mrrrrrrrr//
The difference between Ravage and these other beasts is that Ravage really is a dangerous monster, not just playing one.
He pads over to the spot indicated, though he still holds himself aloof from the group. He's tense, and that shows in his carriage. He hadn't realized it was a group act. Terrorizing the pink thing without terrorizing the others will be most difficult
One of the other dancer's tries to pet him, and Ravage snaps at her before he can stop himself.
This is not going to go well.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jun 17, 2010 14:44:01 GMT -5
Oh dear, losing grip the temper there already? Farlane's smile takes on a sharper edge as he watches Ravage lash out, the dancers around them falling quiet at the display. Kitten didn't seem too hot with performing in front of a crowd regardless of wether or not he wore something. Obviously not an onstage performer then, the poor baby.
Llydcine slowly blinks one set of her many eyes, a thoughtful look on her face. She then clicks at Farlane before getting onto her feet, long tail swishing and silver fins rippling. Shaking his head, he straightens and thrills back at her. He earns a cold look for his troubles.
The door leading to the backstage opens then, flooding the hallway with previously muffled music and the heady scent of smoke. One of the staff pokes his tentacley blue head out and makes a gesture before disappearing back into the darkness. The performers do a last minute check of heads and costumes before silently beginning to file in, most of them giving Ravage a wide berth now.
//No loud noises and don't touch the curtains when we're in,// Farlane says, sweeping his cloak on and straightening the collar before stepping up and holding the door open for Ravage, showman's grin on his face. //Shall we?//
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Jun 19, 2010 13:10:49 GMT -5
Ravage merely growls up at Farlane in answer as he pads onto the stage....
And promptly almost stops in his tracks.
He wasn't prepared for all the lights and how they almost blind him to the people in the crowds, how he has no choice but to try and work around the other performers as they dance and "fight" to a sultry jazz number that reminds Ravage of the human's Broadway show tunes.
He faces off from Farlane as some of the other "beasts" are doing to their "tamers" and contents himself with thoughts of ripping Barricade apart.
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jul 8, 2010 15:52:10 GMT -5
Farlane doesn't so much walk onto the stage as burst onto it like a miniature nova alongside the other tamers. Mostly to cover up the predicted hesitance on Ravage's part, but also simply because he was Farlane. Llydsine does much the same thing, trotting confidently onto the stage, silver fins gleaming sharply under the red and blue lights. She moves gracefully to prowl opposite of Ravage, fins bristling down her back as she circles the pink mech, growling low in her throat.
Around the front of the stage, a row of metal bars slide up to mimic the beast tamer's cage and bright white spotlights snap one and focus on the different acts. The lead singer hops onto a stand in the center of the stage trailed by her own 'beasts', wings spreading as she starts singing to the audience, voice deep and sultry. Then the music picks up.
Sweeping his cloak off, Farlane throws it into the air where it abruptly catches on fire and erupts in a shower of white sparks. Three fiery hoops fall from the smoke and into his open hands, lighting his gloves on fire while he turns, twirling them showily. The carbot tosses the rings out then, so that they rolled around him in a circle of fire as he snatches the whip off his hip, lighting the length of the leathery material on fire with one flaming glove before cracking the whip onto the floor in front of him.
Llydsine takes her cue and utters a low rumbling snarl, pacing in front of the flaming ring of hoops like a frustrated beast before abruptly darting through one of the hoops, avoiding Farlane, and darting out another hoop as it rolls by on the opposite side of the circle. The chimera utters a quick click at Ravage indicating he should quickly do the same before she moves on and repeats the stunt.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Jul 9, 2010 21:01:59 GMT -5
Ravage growls at Llydsine, but follows the motion.
He does not seem inclined to do any more than mimic where he needs to.
Hey little Sparta what is with all the fight? Little bitty kitty want to bite, bite, bite.
Um, I'm sorry. I'm totally brain dead on this thread. Can we just fade it?
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jul 12, 2010 14:46:14 GMT -5
OOC: Sure thing, no problem!
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