Stop, Theif!

P: Toraberā, ft: tNPC Symone [Ball Thread]

POSTED: Mon Jan 07, 2019 12:42 am

OOC: Tessa will be yanking the mask off of Symone in my next post! :D WC: 526
Thread Prompt wrote:Oops! There goes a mask! Reveal who you are dramatically to someone or snag the mask off another person's face.

IC:
So far, this night had not really gone at all how Tessa imagined it would, and due to the vomit that now decorated her dress, it was time to leave. This was at least ten times worse than her slip in the mud. At least the mud did not smell like this. And were those carrots? They had to be. Ugh, gross. Tessa resisted the urge to try to flick off the chunks that clung to her dress, which was a goner. She had really liked this dress, too. It was one of the few she owned that were still in good condition, which was why she had chosen to wear it tonight. Now, thanks to the lovely new stains, it was not even going to be useful as scrap material. Tessa was sure that the stench would cling forever. Ugh, disgusting. Yuck, yuck, yuck.

Of course, it was not her own vomit. No, she would never be caught doing that where she would be seen. Unfortunately, everyone who saw her probably thought that it was hers even though she was not even a little bit drunk. At least it had missed most her jewelry. One of her bracelets had gotten some on it, though, and so outside the ballroom, Tessa was trying to use a clean section of her dress to wipe it off. The rolled metal beads were making this difficult, though.

At the same time, she was breathing through her mouth to try not to smell the vomit as much as possible. It was on her fur as well, which meant she was going to have to roll in the snow later, too, and hope for the best. Tessa really did not want to make a trip to the lake tonight like she had after the Great Mud Incident. With any luck, that would be able to wait until morning.

With a sigh, Tessa set her bracelet down on a table and turned to see if there was a way to keep more vomit from getting on her fur. Maybe if she tore part of the dress off and just ditched it? No, then more would probably get on her hands. Another canine brushed past her, and Tessa did not think anything of it since there were a fair number that were milling around. She was doing her best to ignore them all and look as dignified as possible in her current state. A few seconds later, she realized that her bracelet was missing and her head snapped up, spotting the color she had noticed from the corner of her eye.

"HEY!" Tessa shouted at a quickly retreating female canine. "Stop!" She did not recognize her fur pattern at all, and since she was wearing a mask, Tessa could not tell if she was someone from Cour des Miracles. Tessa doubted it, though, because none of them seemed to be the type to steal from pack mates.

Vomit forgotten, Tessa charged down the hallway after the female, leaving a disgusting trail of bits in her wake. When she caught up to the female, Tessa grabbed at her hair, trying to make her stop.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 07, 2019 8:39 pm

Tora was pleasantly surprised at how much fun he was having at the masquerade. He had expect a night of pleasant conversation and sampling various dishes, interspersed with dancing to the music provided by a trio of talented performers. Not exactly his preferred way of spending his evenings, but enjoyable enough. But instead of dancing for a couple hours and then awkwardly pacing the shale-covered floor like he had expected, he had started drinking. And then he kept drinking. Wine, ale, mead, hard cider, he had tried them all and realized he liked all of them. The only logical conclusion was to keep drinking.

He wasn't sure what number glass of wine he had finished was, nor did he really care. He set the drained cup down on a table and wandered off, inspecting his costume with drunken pride. The ash he had used to change the color of the fur of his hands and tails had held surprisingly well, keeping it a shade of white that contrasted nicely with the red markings he had painted on. The tails were a nice touch he was glad he remembered to include, having tied the tails of two foxes next to his own. No self-respecting kitsune would've had only one. His mask had worked as intended, the heavy wooden jaw opening and closing with his own. Thankfully he wouldn't have to sacrifice drinking because it wasn't cooperating.

Speaking of...

The gray wolf stumbled his way to back to the drinks table for a refill, pouring himself a generous glass of hard cider to nurse on for a while. That lasted roughly five seconds. The next one was emptied just as quickly. The third one he actually held onto, opting to meander outside the community hall for a change of scenery. His blue eyes, hidden behind a strip of cheesecloth, closed as he took in a deep breath of cool night air. The fresh air did a little to clear the heavy alcohol-induced haze flooding his mind. Tora quickly counteracted it by knocking back his ale before heading back in for more. HE noticed with a bit of silent mirth a yellowish-brownish furred dog wiping at something with her vomit stained dress. Had she puked on herself? Tora vaguely recognized her as one of his fellow Courtiers but couldn't be sure because of the whole "masked ball" thing.

The probable packmate set down the object and the warrior wolf was able to see that it was a bracelet. He was about to continue his quest for more beer when a second female scooted past and snatched the pretty bauble. A thief! Tora started sprinting after the her, trailing just behind the Courtier until she managed to catch her prey. Tora didn't bother with hair pulling, instead going in for a clean tackle that sent him and the thief tumbling to the ground."I got her!" he slurred triumphantly.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 12, 2019 2:12 am

WC: 515

Although Tessa's attempts at fumbling to capture the other canine were mostly a failure, someone managed to pass her, tackling the thief, whoever she was. Tessa winced as the two crashed to the floor. The second canine seemed familiar, possibly from Cour des Miracles, although Tessa was paying more attention to whoever it was who had stolen her bracelet.

She marched forward the last couple of steps, closing the distance between them swiftly.

"Give me back my bracelet!" Tessa shouted. Screeched was a more accurate term, really. She did not really care about causing a scene; this deserved a scene so that whoever this was would not be welcomed back here. Whoever's pack she was in would probably want to know that they were harboring a someone who would steal from a friendly pack, too. It was one thing to steal from enemies, but from your hosts? Ridiculous.

"I don't have any bracelet!" The female snapped, struggling in the grasp of the male who had tackled her. "Get off me!" She squirmed, reaching down to try to bite his arm. Her mask was starting to fall off and Tessa darted her hand forward and gave it a yank. For some reason, she expected to be immediately know who she was, so she could shout for anyone around to hear who she was and that she was a thief. But once the mask was removed, Tessa still did not know her identity.

"Give that back!" The female growled, freeing her arm so that she could try to snatch the mask back, but Tessa was able to easily kept it out of her reach. Apparently keeping her looks hidden was important to her, which made sense; it was difficult to catch a thief later if Tessa would not necessarily be able to identify her.

"Who are you?" Tessa demanded. "I know you took my bracelet! It was there one second, and then you walked past, and then it was gone!"

"How do you know? You're clearly too drunk to know what's going on," The wolfdog's eyes scanned Tessa's vomit dress. Tessa straightened, running a hand over her hair, needlessly fluffing the curls. Nothing could save her appearance right now. The smell came rushing back to her, though, now that her attention was drawn back to her dress. It made her wish she had been the one to tackle the thief so that she would have had vomit on her, too. Not that Tessa could see herself doing something like tackling someone else. Far too barbaric, even if it had been effective. Tessa would be sure to thank the male later.

"Just give it back already," Tessa sniffed, rolling her eyes. As much as she wanted to explain that the vomit was, in fact, not her own, she hardly wanted to go into that story right now. She also figured that if she protested too much or tried to explain, it would have the opposite effect and just convince everyone that she was drunk enough to have done this to herself.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 21, 2019 9:49 pm

Tora looked up proudly at the victim of theft that was quickly advancing towards the alcohol scented tangle of limbs and fur lying on the floor. "I got her!" he repeated himself, grinning under his ornate mask like a cat presenting a dead rat. His gloating was cut off by his fellow Courtier's enraged screeching. Anyone that hadn't seen him tackle some lady to the ground would now certainly be away of the commotion. He didn't care in the least. He had done nothing wrong, just helped catch some dirty little thief who couldn't keep her hands off other people's things.

Tora held on as tightly as he could to the squirming husky, doing his best to keep her from escaping. "I"m not letting you go until you give the nice lady her bracelet back!" the gray Vidame snarled drunkenly, moving his arm out of range of her teeth. He had no real way of knowing if the lady in question was nice or not of course, but that mattered little. She snatched the mask of the squirmy female caught in his grasp, confirming that the thief wasn't a member of the Court at least.

He rolled his eyes at the claim that the dog was too drunk to know what was going on but followed the husky's gaze to her vomit stained dress. Okay, maybe she had had a little too much to drink. He hadn't really noticed it before before but now that he had he could certainly smell it. "Ma'am, maybe you should take it easy with the drinking from now on." he suggested. It hurt him to even make such a recommendation but some people just couldn't handle their liquor apparently. Better for her to stop drinking than making a fool of herself by throwing up on someone or something.

This whole debacle was going to go on forever if someone didn't end it soon. Tora clambered back to his feet while still clutching the unknown guest and began to shake her violently. "Drop the bracelet already!" he snarled.

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