mustache w/ zebra
#2 of roleplay logs
|| an short encounter between laurie and thor.
== [Zephyr Inc]: Main Lobby, Floor 2 == Standing upon the central, circular walkway of the second floor of Zephyr Inc's spacious three-floor lobby, you can take in the view of the giant floor to ceiling windows that line the far walls. Near to where you currently stand is the central pillar of the lobby which contains elevators spaced in sets of four in each of the cardinal directions. In each of the those directions you can also see a rectangular room made of stone and cement that houses different resources for employees.
Between the pillar and the rooms are stairs which lead down to the main floor below as well as up to the third floor above. In each of the intercardinal directions you can also make out the entrances of the building which immediately lead into staircases that travel down to the floor below. Between here and the main doors you can also made out vertical columns which seem to add to the main support of the building.
To your south, you can see that a basic workout area, though it seems only comprised of equipment meant to train the starting human body. North of you is a Nanite Workshop, while to the west is room labeled Elite Supplies. At the large terminal on the path to the workshop, you can look up what kinds of infected are known to exist and where. Lastly, to the east is an alcove housing basic Requisitions. Over between Elevators Six and Seven, Mona and Ron stand, two people you know to be Pheromone and Danger Technicians, respectively.
+++++ Thor just looked at you!
_%desc data; lookback. Looking over Thor, he is about the same size and about the same weight compared to you. His body is covered in smooth white skin, with a riot of black stripes. His head is long and equine in nature, capped atop a neck that is slightly longer than average. Atop the head are two rounded ears, and between those, a small, mowhawkish mane that stretches down the neck. His body is majestically sculpted, possessing trim, toned muscles and delicious curves in all the places you would expect them to be. His arms are long and powerful, contrary to the rather lightly muscled appearance. They end in smooth hands that possess deft fingers. His legs are curvaceous, strong and lithe muscles trace down his unguligrade legs, ending in hard, sharp blackened hooves. His ass is well rounded and athletic, having an ample amount of padding over the strong muscle. From above the cleft sprouts a short tail with a tuft of long flowing hair at the end. A private peek would reveal that: He has a forearm length veiny and flared ebony maleness. He has fist sized balls.
Not quite the proverbial God of Thunder, Samuel Torinson ("Thor" for short) stands at a rather impressive height, usually head and shoulders above his fellows in the community, though he does little to dispel the Nordic imagery! Dark brown hair hangs back to his shoulderblades in a quickly-set ponytail; moustache and beard descend from his jowls, always trimmed and kept under control. Sharp eyes glitter in sparks of green above the rugged cut of his face, caution and uncanny amusement reflected within. As a matter of long-standing habit, the faux-Norseman keeps his lips clamped almost perpetually around a heavy cigar, smoldering away. The rest of him is designed to match the stereotype--broad shoulders, long in leg and arm, built like a steel driver from the ancient past.
He sees you looking at him. [Thor]: Smells like a Male Zebra. < smell > Thor sniffs around.
Freckled nose twitching, the feral coyote sniffs cautiously at the zebra, dark brows furrowing in the beginnings of a frown.
Laurie goes [IC] In-Character.
Thor rests on a crate in the corner of the room. Out of traffic, he sits, long ears flicking. A glance towards the coyote--and a flicker of a nod. Caution, careful--coyotes are tricksome! He nods, casting the beginning of a grin.
< OOC > Laurie says, "Interesting style you've got there." < OOC > Thor says, "Dankee! Do what I can to make things fresh and interseting .. or at least to not be boring!" < OOC > Thor also swears, SWEARS he can spell. Darnit! < OOC > Laurie says, "You like double-spacing?" < OOC > Thor says, "Force of habit, I think. Double-space between sentences?"
Violet eyes narrow auspiciously, roaming leisurely up and down the zebra's image. For once allowing himself to demonstrate his affinity for empathy--albeit however shallow a show it might be--the coyote inches forwards, making no attempt to hide his knowledge of the creature's caution. "Well, hello, hello," Laurie says by way of greeting, flashing yellowed canines in a toothy grin.
[K9 unit] Alpha Bitch, Laurie says, "lol laurie just met a zebra with a mustache." [K9 unit] Alpha Bitch, Laurie says, "you should come play, adren, he might try and eat it."
Thor's tail moves in a slow, idle rush. "G'day to ya," the zebraman offers in return. Tilting back his hat, he watches quietly. "Somethin' tells me," he drawls, eyes glittering with humour, "That yer not just here ta ask fer directions."
The coyote's grin widens and for the briefest of moments, dares betray a sliver of the feral nature that lies beneath. Though naught more than a jagged glimpse, it's more than enough to convey the zebra is correct to err on the side of caution in his dealings with such creatures. What a charming drawl he has, Laurie mused idly, barely successful in covering his disdainful snicker amidst a sneeze. "Well, can you blame me?" he returns softly, violet optics glittering in the dim light. "It isn't every day one sees a zebra with a mustache, after all."
Lips twitch. Dare there be humor there? Thor leans back against the near wall, shaking his head with a grin. "Jus' haven't trimmed in a few .. well, in quite a wee bit." He strokes beneath his nose absently, hand sliding up and along and through his mane. Dark eyes watch carefully, curiousity taking swift wing. "Just that, though? Darn--have ta tell Alex shi's losin' her touch if I'm the interesting one!" He grins, eyes glittering with wicked humor. "Pleasure ta meet you. Thought I had a good idea of who all our resident 'yotes were." For obvious reasons.
Laurie goes [IDL] Idling.
< OOC > Laurie says, "'Fraid I'll have to bow out for now; RL is calling my name." < OOC > Thor says, "Always does! Take care!"