Post by Flutter (Frosty) on May 12, 2013 18:17:02 GMT -5
FIRST RP IN FOREVER?!?1/ Yes. I'll be using Blitzern and Kraahi in this one because this is going to go in two directions- Blitz likes to look at art and catalog EVERYTHING and Kraahi doesn't get it. So he's bored and will probably lead everyone into trouble.
So we have a serious, sort of brain-exerting half and a just plain damn goofy half. No one has to interact with Blitz if they don't want to- I can always bring someone in to get his attention elsewhere if I have to.
The Lost Soul, Impressionistic painting by Wil E. Bumpit, BN79. Fantastic lighting, though the subject matter has been of some debate over recent years. Blood may be present in the pigments, though samples have never been taken. Blitz proudly announced to the small group surrounding him. They, too, were purveyors of the arts and well-respected in their community. He was hoping to get in good with them. He shifted as he waited for the response to his knowledge-dropping.
Kraahi was going to die if he didn't get out of here. He missed his Mama, who was off busy doing something else, and Treammia, who was apparently at a sort of 'spa' with Aerlliin. This was kau poop, pure and simple. Blitz was fine as an equine as long as he was away from artsy stuff, but darned if his big brother didn't sound like a search engine again!
Briefly, he wondered what cousin/sister/aunt Xena would do in a situation like this. His silver eyes darted about, noting that this 'galleria de objets du art' or some poopy like that was also a museum! Museums had family stuff! And explosives, so if he could get some of those from the gift shop, Xena could explain what they did. He did not, however, want to go alone. Silently, the abomination began scouting out recruits for what Xenavane would call a 'reconnaissance mission.' If Blitz caught him, it was all over!
So we have a serious, sort of brain-exerting half and a just plain damn goofy half. No one has to interact with Blitz if they don't want to- I can always bring someone in to get his attention elsewhere if I have to.
The Lost Soul, Impressionistic painting by Wil E. Bumpit, BN79. Fantastic lighting, though the subject matter has been of some debate over recent years. Blood may be present in the pigments, though samples have never been taken. Blitz proudly announced to the small group surrounding him. They, too, were purveyors of the arts and well-respected in their community. He was hoping to get in good with them. He shifted as he waited for the response to his knowledge-dropping.
Kraahi was going to die if he didn't get out of here. He missed his Mama, who was off busy doing something else, and Treammia, who was apparently at a sort of 'spa' with Aerlliin. This was kau poop, pure and simple. Blitz was fine as an equine as long as he was away from artsy stuff, but darned if his big brother didn't sound like a search engine again!
Briefly, he wondered what cousin/sister/aunt Xena would do in a situation like this. His silver eyes darted about, noting that this 'galleria de objets du art' or some poopy like that was also a museum! Museums had family stuff! And explosives, so if he could get some of those from the gift shop, Xena could explain what they did. He did not, however, want to go alone. Silently, the abomination began scouting out recruits for what Xenavane would call a 'reconnaissance mission.' If Blitz caught him, it was all over!