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Riot Kavaler · 10-14-2010, 03:51 PM

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Dalhousie University

The two lone optime wandered the the abandoned halls of the university. There was probably no doubt some form of wolf life living here within these roomy buildings, but not for long if he had any say about it. Riot scoffed to himself lightly, looking around the halls and sticking his nose into dusty rooms. Vault was behind him surveying the area and finding it quite suitable for basecamp. He found a room with old desks pushed up against the walls and stacked on top of each other and a large teacher's desk at the back of the room. Now, he wasn't a carpenter, but he was sure all this wood would come in handy for something. Riot casually strolled passed the brown optime standing in the doorway before heading straight to the teacher's desk and sitting atop it. "I like this place," he said slightly offhanded, glancing toward the window with icy eyes. Vault simply nodded in agreement, something Riot expected. "This place is ours." And that was that; Riot had claimed these lands, or at least this building, as his territory.

Vault entered the room and wandered over to one of the windows that didn't have a stack of desks in front of it and peered out at the wooded area surrounding the building. It was odd seeing such buildings being taken back over by nature; he liked it, it was relaxing and calming. Riot leaned back and laid down on his desk and placed his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling, which was crumbling and beginning to fall into the room. He had a calm, easy smirk on his face, one leg brought up onto the desk and the other hanging off. Vault couldn't help but glance back and take in the relaxed position of his boss, finding himself smiling.

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Ouija D'Angelo · 10-16-2010, 05:50 AM

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ooc talk: Table & Coding © James; 479 words

Ouija was still on his collection quest. He was hunting through all of the old buildings of the city in order to find things that he would need to restock from his spur of the moment move. There were things the water would have ruined if they had been brought along. Chalk was one of them. While it might have made the trip it wouldn't have written exactly right. At least that had happened to him before after having left a bit out in the rain. It just hadn't worked right for him after that. The feeling was no longer the same, or at least that is the way that he ended up feeling about it. Because of that he hadn't brought any with him on the trip over.

He walked up to the large building that had plant life clinging to it. He had only paused outside for a moment in order to stare at it before deciding to head on inside. He was in his optime form with his self made satchel slung across his back. His few personal possessions remained within there since he hadn't exactly settled on a place in which to store things so he had his athames, voodoo dolls, and candles with him still. And of course there was the gris gris around his neck. Other than that there was nothing else on her person. He hadn't taken to wearing clothing as seemed to be the trend. Instead he stained his fur with whatever colors he could manage to find. Right now, with winter on its way, his colors were muted. He would have to find anything that he possibly could in order to change the color.

He walked through the hallways of the building, peeking into rooms to try and find things of interest. Trying to find things that he could actually use. Though what he found in one room certainly wasn't what he expected at all. "Allo." He called out to the two already occupying the room with a slight wave. He openly looked over each wolf in turn, not bothering to hide his roaming gaze. The others being the same gender of himself hadn't stopped him from openly checking each out in turn. Why should it? The grandfather that he had gotten a great deal of his genetics from had a male mate as well as a female mate at one point, his grandmother having done the same. He had even caught his mother with a female from time to time. So with all of this why should the matter of gender bother him? He'd been with both, at the same time, so it really wasn't a big deal. Nor was the way that he was making a visual map of the other two canine's bodies. He was an open flirt, another thing that seemed to run in the family.

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Riot Kavaler · 10-16-2010, 05:45 PM

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Sorry this is bad, I still need to get into their characters xD

The two of them would've ended up being silent and content for a while had someone not come along and so rudely interrupted their alone time. Vault turned to glare back at the stranger; he immediately noticed getting checked out and didn't mind that, but he let out a quiet growl when the male turned his attention to Riot, who turned his head casually and planted icy eyes on the dyed male. He was about to wave him off and tell him to beat it but also noticed the looks and decided to spoil himself some and allow Ouija to stay even if he was annoyed at getting found by some random guy. In the territory he'd went and claimed. "Yo," he returned coolly, moving his gaze back to the ceiling and basically ignoring the male at this point. Vault was rather unhappy with having company and turned around to lean back on the windowsill.

"What do you want?" Vault asked somewhat harshly, putting up a tough guy front only to be hushed by Riot. The lackey let out a quiet but frustrated growl, feeling rather possessive over his gang leader. "You do realize that my friend and I have claimed this building as our own, right? You're gonna have to do something to make up for trespassing," the black optime said with a smug smirk on his face. Vault echoed the expression, turning his forest green gaze back to the stranger who looked... well, nasty in his opinion, with his fur died and rugged. Riot turned to look back at the colorful male, tilting his head slightly, as if curious. Which he was. He was always ready to scope out someone new to join his little gang; the more interesting the better.

Vault, however, wasn't all that interested. For once Riot hadn't sent him off to get food and was perfectly fine with just chilling and someone had to come along and take his attention. He crossed his arms expectantly and almost looked like an unhappy child who didn't get what he wanted.

"Riot Speaks." "Vault Speaks"

Ouija D'Angelo · 10-16-2010, 07:00 PM

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ooc talk: Table & Coding © James; Don't worry, I'm still getting a handle on Ouija too; 669 words

The harshness of the voice was lost on him. But what he did notice was the jealousy. It was just so easy to read. "Chalk, among other things." He gave his answer simply. One needed chalk to be able to draw easily upon wooden surfaces. And with the colored variety he could crush it up and roll around in it to add in some more color to his fur. After all his appearance was a testament to nature. He was covered by the colorings of many plants and had never bothered to take excessive care in grooming. He was a display of how wild and out of control nature got. But rather than trying to make a statement Ouija really was just too lazy to become obsessive over his appearance. He didn't stink and that was enough for him. The tangles and stuff just added a bit of character. It wasn't like he could stress the condition of his coat when he was always getting blood on his hands.

He shook his head as the one that was obviously in charge spoke up. "Nope, from across the bay actually." He motioned in the approximate direction that New Brunswick was even though it couldn't be seen from where thy were. "Just got over this way not long ago and looking to restock on a few supplies." The things that he needed for his craft. Things that he had once used as a daily routine. He had been a respected member of the cult that he had always lived in up until recently. He'd had many coming to him for his advice and his readings. And a couple of other reasons as well.

"What sort of repayment did you have in mind?" After all he had no idea what exactly was going through the other's mind. He wasn't a mind reader, only an entrails reader. And well, he didn't do too bad with body language either. But that he figured was a skill of all. After all more was spoken with the body than with actual words anyways. Like how the leader was relaxed while the underling was uptight. The leader's expression spoke of interest while the follower's had that of distaste and maybe a hint of hatred too.

And it was that which had him amused. It had Ouija fully entering the room to move over towards the desk in order to sit on the edge of it. Being the open flirt that he was he hand no problem in reaching out a hand to attempt to stroke the backs of his fingers lightly up Riot's side. He wasn't watching Riot as he tried to dark the male though. Instead he was staring straight at Vault, attempting to lock his gaze with the brown male's while he spoke in a low and husky tone that bordered on lust. "Don't fret so much pup, I'm into sharing." Even though he was younger than both present his grandfather's genes had made him taller than each. And it was merely because of Vault's attitude of a petulant child that had him referring to him in the manner that he had. Ouija couldn't hide his smirk either, not when he found Vault's pouting to be so amusing.

The giant of a male tore his gaze away from the one that had positioned himself at the window to look to the one who had stretched himself out on top of the desk. "Your puppy is upset that you aren't playing with him. Did you forget to give him his bone today to make him happy?" While the words had been spoken in something of a whisper Ouija had made sure that it was loud enough for Vault to be able to overhear. He just couldn't help himself. It was like a game. It had only been a look to get underneath the chocolate male's skin and riled him up. Ouija couldn't help but to try to push his buttons further with a few spoken words.

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Riot Kavaler · 10-20-2010, 05:52 AM

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The answer that came from the painted male was simple; chalk. What better place than an old college to look for that? Too bad it was claimed territory and he'd be stealing from a couple short tempered males if he took anything from here. That's fine and dandy, but you'll have to search elsewhere for that." Riot brushed him off easily enough, turning his attention, for a brief moment, to spy a pissed Vault. He looked back at Ouija for a moment, narrowing his eyes somewhat thoughtfully before they returned to looking at the old, crumbling cieling. "But tell y'what, I'll let you get a shower to wash that ridiculous shit outta your fur." Riot was cool with dying, but not when it was just a stupid mess of bright, obnoxious colors. He just looked stupid. Vault thought so too, but for other reasons than his dyed fur.

"You can't get your shit here," Vault retorted harshly, pinning his ears back at the colorfully large male. As soon as he was going to tell him to get lost, he got hushed again by his larger companion and let out another frustrated growl, finally looking away from Ouija and staring at the dirty floor of the room they were standing in. But Riot didn't say anything because he agreed and didn't want this stranger coming and taking anything that could be of use to them, though he wasn't sure why they'd need chalk. He could think of something eventually for it.

At the returned question of repayment, another cocky smirk appeared on the leader's face and he tilted his head slightly. At first, he didn't respond, and it bugged Vault. He wanted orders to just wail on him for being a little douchebag, but the orders never came. "I don't know," he started like he had no clue, the smirk disappearing. "Maybe you'll let us fuck you senseless before we kick your ass off our lands." And he was rather serious when he said it. Finally, Vault managed a smirk, forest-green eyes darting back to Ouija. But he didn't seem like the type to be intimidated by such a thing. In fact, he looked like he might enjoy some roughing up. Which secretly pissed him off some more.

And he'd pretty much been right in the assumption that the guy was a huge slut. He watched in utter disbelief when he went over and sat on Riot's desk and had the balls to touch him. He let out a very aggressive snarl, baring long, sharp fangs. As much as Riot was totally and utterly amused by all this, he didn't tolerate being touched by some stranger too well, and in fact, Vault's anger bothered him. He was the only one allowed to piss him off that much. "I suggest--" he said lowly, deliberately before aiming to grab Oujia's wrist and slam him down onto the desk, "-- you watch yourself. He is a trained guard dog, after all." Ouija hadn't been paying attention to Riot, which had been a bad idea. The snarl was wiped off Vault's face, but it wasn't exactly replaced with smug amusement. He was still seeing red after that. Vault didn't share, not Riot. At least, if he could have him to himself, he would. God damnit.

"While I appreciate the humor and guts you have, you should be more careful who you fuck with. You never know who's batshit insane." Riot was certain he and Vault, though both smaller than the large, dyed male, could overpower him together. Thankfully he didn't feel like getting hurt today, nor did he feel like fighting over something so trivial. "Now you owe me for upsetting my pet," he cooed, reaching up and flicking one of Ouija's ears with a clawed digit, sharp blue eyes wandering down his body.

"Riot Speaks." "Vault Speaks"

Ouija D'Angelo · 10-26-2010, 04:11 PM

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ooc talk: Table & Coding © James; 1327 words

He shrugged a bit as he was told to look elsewhere. That didn't bother him in the slightest. It wasn't like he had come here for a specific purpose after all. It had been the scent of chalk that had him choosing to make that the object of his current search. Though it wasn't like he wouldn't end up going else places anyways. There were so many things to stock up on that being deterred from such a small object wasn't too much of a bother. "And would you happen to know where else to look for it? Preferably a place that it can be removed from." After all he could respect boundaries. He knew that some objects couldn't be taken from where they were found without consequences. Though the consequences he imagined affected the mental and spiritual stability. "You should look into brick dust. Just a line at the door will keep out those that mean you harm." It was a belief that he had grown up with. It sounded rather silly to others but it worked for him. It ensured a sense of security. Especially since it was believed by all in the cult. To believe in something is to make it real.

With the season his colors actually weren't that bright. His colors were muted because they were fading. He didn't have anything to restore them with. He would have to wait until spring came again in order to gather up things to store for next winter. He actually had to find something else to color himself with just to keep some sort of color through the cold seasons. "Can't say I know what you are talking about." The words were spoken after he had taken a moment to examine himself. There weren't twigs or leaves as he had expected. And since he had swam over it wasn't as if the remaining color would wash out easily. It would just have to fade the rest of the way out. That was the thing with dyeing, no matter what you tried you can never get it to remain permanent. He wasn't too fussed with it though since Ouija enjoyed switching up his colors with whatever he could get his hands onto.

Ouija glanced at Vault as he mimicked what was already said and shook his head. He didn't bother to respond because it wasn't long after that the other had been silenced once again. It was obvious who was in charge out of that duo. And well, there was no need for Ouija to end up repeating himself. They both had ears and could listen to him at the same time. After all he had been compliant and willing enough to search elsewhere for supplies, a prospect he was already going to do anyways.

Ouija actually chuckled at the suggested form of repayment. "I don't really get the impression that your puppy will enjoy that. I think he'd rather be touching you instead of me." Ouija couldn't say that he minded rough sex. He had burned himself after all so what were a few bites and scratches? Besides, to him, sex was about the pleasure shared between two bodies however it took place. He was one of those jack of all trades lovers. One that could range from rough to sensual depending on who he found himself with. "Though I suppose that if you ordered him to then he would but I doubt he would like it." He had ended up deciding to add on to his previous spoken thought after a pause or so.

Ouija didn't even flinch as his wrist was slammed down but simply brought his hand back to himself. He had done what he wanted to do, to get a further reaction out of Vault. For some reason he found it amusing when others wore just what they were feeling openly. He just couldn't help poking at it. Especially, when working in the cult, he had to focus his mind to one single task and couldn't let anything outside of what he was doing disturb him. He had to remain calm if things did go awry so that no one else would know. So the open aggression was something on interest to him since it hadn't been allowed in the cult.

Riot's words as he had removed the large male's hand had Ouija focusing on him once again. "Not a very good one, is he? After all he is standing around in the corner instead of watching the door and not letting anyone in at all." It was an observation, though it still needled away at the aggressive air in the room. The guards that they had in the cult remained near places used as entrances and exits and watched for any not allowed into those parts of the compound. They did their jobs and kept intruders at bay. That hadn't happened here. His presence wasn't wanted but it hadn't been prevented. Didn't make for a very good guard in his opinion.

"Intestines do make wonderful hair accessories, don't they?" The look in his eyes and the smile on his lips said that he was totally and completely serious as he asked this question. "Which do you like best? The large intestine or the small intestine? I prefer the small intestine myself." Of course he pushed the conversation forwards with an amicable tone, making it seem as if they were talking about the weather instead on entrails. But hey, he worked with the stuff so of course he had an interest in it. Though an outside of the clan had called him insane for his work with it. If these two thought of themselves as insane as well then perhaps they could easily converse about the digestive tract with him.

As Vault was mentioned in passing he couldn't help but to glance at the other male that was standing in the room before looking back to Riot. "And here I thought I would have to make that up to him. Suppose you don't want me on my knees and orally pleasing your puppy. You seem more of the type that would enjoy watching rather than your puppy." Words were given with a shrug, clearly he had applied some thought to the situation. His ear had twitched as it was flicked but he had done nothing to prevent it. Ouija was still at ease with the situation even if violence had been proposed. "Though if you want to train your puppy to watch and wait for his turn, if you will even allow that since he wasn't doing a fine job of guarding, then I will be glad to aide you in training. You might also want to try to curb his temper, that could only lead to bad things for you if it gets too out of hand. It also might limit any solo fun you have if it continues to go unaddressed." It had been made easy to guess where Vault's anger had stemmed from. After all the other hadn't started snarling until Riot was touched. "You should teach your puppy his place. Clearly he sees you as his property instead of the other way around. Maybe it is actually him that needs to be on his knees and taken down a few notches." What could he say? Ouija had this habit of reading people. It came with the territory of entrails readings. After all you could learn what outcome they are wishing for by the way that questions are posed. Body posture gave away if they had already committed the act that they are questioning about of if they were actually waiting to see what the future held in store for the subject before making up their mind as what to do. It was subtle things that most didn't realize they did but if trained to be looked for then it was something that could easily be picked apart.

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