Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20200907114316

(Thanks for being so patient. I think we should give our pre-historic fella a name if that's fine with you. P.S Sorry if I haven't been shooting these responses out as soon as I usually did. I don't know what it is, but lately, I've just got zero motivation to do anything, but you're not here to hear my moaning & complaining, let's get back to it.)

"That's what I thought my compadre" Hatter said smugly as he handed another cup of boiled-leaf-water to the Lizardman. "Enjoy! It's breakfast tea if I remember correctly...."

"Actually, it's green tea...." An artificial voice called out from the dashboard of the steam-powered locomotive, making small talk while it drove the remaining half of the underlings to the courthouse.

Our Hatter, or as he is known to his friends, Albert HottenMaker the twelfth, seemed to freeze for a moment as if his brain was an old dusty PC, trying to load the information he had received.

Suddenly, Albert violent spat his tea over to his left-hand side, covering part of the asphalt with a cocktail of both green tea and human saliva.

"GREEN TEA!?! You served me green tea?!? Are you kidding me?!" Albert proceeds to go on a non-sensical rant about how green tea if the blandest thing conceived by mankind.

"I have never been so insulted in all my life!-Oh hey, we're here!"

It seemed that during Al's moment of needless speech, the truck had already pulled up to the courthouse.

MEANWHILE

Louie immediately notices A faceplant on his thigh, heaving in pain & gasping for air.

"Uhhhh....Where have you been?" Louie asks, only to receive A pointing her pointer finger raised up with the rest of her fingers laying flat on her palm, signaling that she needs a moment to recover from the not-good kind of pussy-pounding she had just received.

"I-.....I think my clit........ just went into one of my ovaries!." She wheezes out, holding dearly onto her bruised opening.

".......What?"

MEANWHILE

"Here's hoping!" Davey agrees, looking out the back window, trying to make out who exactly their assailant was, even though deep down he knew who it was likely.

Upon a Tower's highest point, the smell of rifle smoke drifts through the sky, accompanied by the rumble of a diesel devouring, mechanized, pale equine as a black-cloaked omen and silver cranium of approaching doom hopped upon his horse of the apocalypse, ready to reap and sow.

MEANWHILE

Even though his species were made to be tormenters of those damned by their sins, Vernatoth still felt pity and sympathy for Roxy as she wept.....The same couldn't be said about the invertebrate trying to put her behind bars.

"A generic pity story and a couple of sniffles don't change the fact you committed a felony, Miss Flannigan." Charles blurbed out, making his ruthless nature of a predatory arthropod clear.

"Your honor, if my client could get their say on the situation, I believe they'll be able to persuade you-"

MEANWHILE

"NO! FUCK OFF!" Jack yells, making it clear that he doesn't desire any assistance for the dire situation he has found himself in. As fun as being a monster is to someone like Jack, it did come with its shortcomings, especially for the beasts of the ancient world. For Werecats, they detest water in every stape, way & form, for Orcs, the motto of  'You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours' is built not just into their social system, but their very DNA, and for Ghouls, they have an insatiable craving for human-flesh.....Beggars can't be choosers.

Jack's left claw dug into his face as he grits his fangs, his right palm searching intently for in his pocket, desperate to find his method for escaping these carnal desires he's been cursed with. Finally, he found them. A little, red, and grey plastic tube that rattled even the slightest movement, indicating that it was filled with pills of some kind.

He quickly popped the lid open, exposing the crimson pills inside. However, when he tried to grab a handful & shove them down his tubular cavity, his sloppy-ness in his approach made him drop each & every single one onto the floor.

"SHIT!"

As he scrambled to grasp at the pile on the ground, he felt himself losing control with every passing second.

MEANWHILE

With a flinch, Steve is brought back to reality, still a bit shakey by his recalled memory. Steve mouths to say his typical flavor of "I'm fine", but he knows that he's not being a hundred percent honest. He justs stares at the concrete, weighing his options. Return to a profession that ruins lives to keep his oldest friend safe or stay and risk both his and Camilia's lives.