[Kennel] You actually have to work in your job?(Bob)

[Darik]

Darik let a slight smirk play onto his face. His trick had work. When he had first touched the horse’s belly with the comb it shook violently. A drop of blood had even sprouted from contact with one of the pricks. Knowing that Bob was watching him, he pretended to brush over the spit but in reality there was a thin layer of air between he comb and the horse. As such it looked like the horse was completely fine with getting its belly combed. Pure and utter genius on Darik’s part. Bob had insulted him, and no one ever gets away with that. So, it time for Darik to exit. Why? Bob was starting to bore him. Also…he had insulted Darik, and Darik didn’t like to get made fun of. Darik was a young adult of expression, you couldn’t express your feelings combing a horse. No, Darik’s personality required much more drastic means. He used his knife to cut the rope instead of untying it. When he exited the stall he looked for a tool. He found it, a rope that had these little horn like things sticking to the side. Appropriately named a whip. Darik gave one downward flick of his wrist to see what would happen. The whole rope vibrated making these hill like swirls. When it reached the point it made some sort of cracking sound. The horse turned its head to Darik with something in its eyes, fear perhaps. It hadn’t spooked yet, it had been trained well by Hannah. Darik walked to the right of his stall with whip in his hand. He didn’t plan to use it on Bob, no matter how much fun it would be. He planned to make Bob miserable, maybe even make him lose his job. Darik lifted his hand with the whip in the air and turned towards the horse. He flicked his wrist down so the whip curled over the stall. It then went in an arc towards the horses’ rump. When it connected Darik let go of the whip. It had no use now. He had done what he had wanted to, spook the horse. He had opened the stall with the horse so it could go on a rampage. It would ruin the stable and who would be there to take the blame? Bob. Darik had trapped him between a rock in a hard place. He would either get fired or end up spending forever cleaning the stable. Either one’s a win for Darik! Darik walked out of the stable with a slow mocking wave. ”Have a good time cleaning up.” Ahh, revenge. Its sooooo sweet when it comes.

oocI think you have last post unless you follow Darik, Bob. Also if it seems abrupt, its quite surprising Darik even did much grooming at all.

[Bob Barton]

OOCNot cool Darik. Not cool at all

Something was wrong. As Bob was combing the belly the horse got more and more irritated. Maybe the dirt was not getting out right? Bob started to push the comb harder and deeper in as be moved it around to try and clean the horse. What was going on? He looked back at Darik and saw that he was still doing alright. Distracted, the horse took the opportunity to slam into Bob and push him on the ground. "Oomph!" was the only thing he could say when the got the wind knocked out of him. The horse satisfied to have gotten rid of the puny insect known as Bob turned away to ignore him. Only when Bob looked back at the comb and see the dark red stains on the pricks did he grind his teeth in anger. "Damn that rat! He tricked me." Lesson learnt. He is never going to use this comb on a horses soft spots, and he is never going to trust Darik.

On the ground Bob stared at Darik angrily. Thinking of how he will handle this little problem. And he better think fast because it looked like Darik is finished. Cutting off the rope on the horse now that he was done with the grooming and leaving the stall. Then the boy went and took the whip. What the heck was he up to?

Bob's eyes widened when he saw what Darik was up to. He went and whipped the horse. That was bad! The horse did nothing wrong, Darik is nothing but a creep. Since Bob knew that Hannah trained the horses as well as the dogs, does it mean she had the same mentality when it comes to training both? That means no violence when it comes to the animals. Bah, she should have taught that to Darik properly. The horse was trashing around and it will end up with a trashed stable.

Curling up his back with his head down and legs up, Bob rolled on his back and used the combination of his momentum and his body weight to leap back on his feet. He did get back on his feet but his technique was not that good and he had to use a few moments to get back on his feet. Waving his arms round and round to try and balance himself so he won't fall over on his back again. Now it was time to take care of the horse.

What does a small man feel in front of a large bewildered horse? Scared and terrified. Bob felt that but he also felt other things. Like how pissed and disappointed he was in Darik for mistreating the horse. And dismayed anticipating the amount of cleaning up he would have to do if the horse had its way. Bob had to try and calm the horse down before any damage could be done.

Ok no violence. Bob tried to do what he learnt with the dogs. Inching closer to the horse looking as friendly as possible. Smiling and walking as casually as possible. If he was not mistaken, animals can sense a person's intent. And right now Bob would have to try his best to prove he was a friend. He saw the horse staring right at the whip on the floor as well. So Bob just kicked it out of its view and held out his hands bent in a petting motion. "There, there horsie. You see? I am not like Darik. No, Bob here is your friend." The calming tone of Bob's voice had something more to it. It was Djed. And the Djed was there to make the horse calm down as it listened to Bob. It seemed to be working.

Once Bob was sure that the horse was fine, he got closer to get it back into its stall. It was easy to tell. Eventually his words and djed made it more calm. It stopped trashing about and neighing wildly. It even let Bob hold on to it. So when he did, he slowly tried to push it back into its stall. When that was done, Bob told it "Good job, next time make sure you hurt Darik bad. Very bad!" Yeah the horse was going to have to learn to protect himself against that boy. To make sure the horse knew what was Bob talking about, he sent a mental message in the form of a suggestion. The djed came out of his eyes this time as he was looking at the horse. And the djed told the horse that it should have revenge next time. And by revenge he meant on the boy who was cracking the whip about earlier.

Alright so now the horse was settled and back in its stall. Fortunately Bob was able to get to it before much damage was done. Thank the gods for the usefulness of hypnosis and thank Hannah for teaching Bob a little about the animals. No thanks to Darik though "Have a good time cleaning up?" Repeating the words in his mouth Bob could swear that Darik did that on purpose. It seems like he hasn't learnt the lesson back at the camp night then. Bob would have to be the one to teach him now. So Bob picked up the whip to follow Darik. He had no idea what he was going to do but what he did want to do was catch the boy off guard.

OOCBob will now try to follow Darik, so if you want you can detail how and where Darik went so I can rp out the sneaking. But if you want the thread to end you can just say that Darik left the building and I will probably make Bob lost or something since there would be quite a time delay between them.

[Darik]

oocI am perfectly sure Bob can find Darik. He isn’t exactly a ghost. though bringing the whip with him… not cool! D:

Darik still had, I don’t know, five hours of daylight left? I am so unsure because Darik isn’t exactly an astrology major. Still, it was light out and that’s all that mattered. As he walked outside of the musty stable he gave a wide yawn while stretching his arms out. The day was good, he had gotten revenge and technically had done his job. So what would he do with all of his spare time? He walked. I know, boring, but not everything can be full of mind boggling action. Sometimes the heroes, like Darik, need some time just to appreciate nature. Appreciating nature in Sunberth will give you a quite twisted definition of the word. It was blistering hot, flowers wilted, and the city reeked. But you know what, it was Darik’s home and he appreciated it. Even though he loved Sunberth he could still curse everything about it. Who wouldn’t? Everyone there was insane, completely fucking insane. One person off his bonker happened to be the owner of the establishment Darik walked past. Doctor Petricious, the owner of the only clinic of Sunberth. Why was he the only one? The doctor discouraged competition, of any kind. If you happened to get in his way, he would show off his skills of amputation. Like most of Sunberth’s inhabitant’s he should be avoided at all costs. Screaming was coming from inside the doctor’s clinic. And not your everyday eek, but a full blown scream of terror. Darik moved on, there were some things that were not meant to be investigated. Were did he go next? The most abandoned place in Sunberth, the bathhouses. Just kidding, but seriously, no one in Sunberth ever takes a bath. He actually went towards Stumble alley to get a drink. He had heard the “disappearing drunk” served the best drinks in town. Darik, would be the judge of that!

oocSorry its short! D:

[Bob Barton]

Bob stormed out of the stable as soon as he calmed the horse down and got it back to his stall. Lucky Darik was taking his time. He was not even out of Killroy's entrance when he saw the figure lazily walking down the street. But with the whip in his hands it might be dangerous if anyone saw him. Someone might take the visible weapon as a sign of an attack. Or just use it as a reason to attack Bob anyway. Bob did have his concealed sword in the cane, but he rather give Darik a taste of his own medicine with the whip. In the end, Bob decided to hide the whip in plain sight as well. Holding tightly on the whip's handle in his hand, Bob took the other end of the whip and started to coil and wrap it around his arm under his coat.

With the preparations done, Bob stalked Darik down the streets. Even with the weapon hidden, he still got some strange looks. He was a midget with two mismatched arms now. One was bigger than the other. And walking was a pain too. He had to stiffen the arm with the whip wrapped around it or it will feel too uncomfortable. But the looks started to get a lot more uncomfortable. Unable to take the pressure, Bob started to walk with the arm bent slightly. Just enough to remain bearable. That did the trick since after that less people started to stare at him.

He needed a way to follow the boy unnoticed. Bob tried his best to keep out of view from Darik. Like walking closely behind the large man in front of him. That brought some problems because he accidentally got too close. The man suddenly turned around and growled at him. Bob quickly stooped down and pretended to pick up something. "Oh, a copper!" Then another was trying to hide behind trashcans. That went well. At least until when he got behind one and peeked up to see if Darik was still in view, a stray cat suddenly jumped on the lid facing him angrily. It hissed and waved its claws at Bob and then Bob ran forward after Darik as fast as possible away from the beast.

The worst one of all was when Bob followed Darik past the clinic. The screaming was unbearable. No wonder most of the streets were empty and the people there had this uncomfortable look on them. Bob tried to ignore. "Act casually, act casua-" Another scream pierced his ears. Bob just closed his eyes, stiffened his back and legs walking forward. Unfortunately he forgotten he was supposed to be sneaking and his footsteps suddenly became a lot louder since all he wanted to do was leave.

Actually the worst was walking into Stumble Alley. Bob really, really hated the place. It didn't feel safe. but if Darik can go, so can Bob. Bob gripped his cane harder. Prepared for anything. But his actions showed otherwise. He stooped his head, bent his back and his legs. Trying to make himself less visible as he walked. At the same time his legs started to step slower and softer to try and make him less noisy. Bob was scared. Not with Darik but the other people in the alley. He planned to just sneak on past anything here.

[Darik]

The Disappearing Drunk, is indeed odd. By the way, because I know you are all wonder, it is a tavern. So that means there are chairs, tables, and a whole buttload of beer. Anything out of the ordinary? Well there was a huge axe hanging behind the counter. It actually looked in great condition. Darik took a few sideways views to see if anyone was watching. Nope, no one. He climbed onto the counter and reached to pick up the axe. His arms didn’t even get half way before a punch came out of nowhere. Darik bent over in agony and wasn’t prepared for a push that toppled him over the counter. The worst part? No one in the whole bar seemed even fazed about the tumbling boy. When Darik connected with the ground, luckily he rolled backwards. Otherwise it could have caused serious damage to his head. Darik got groggily to his feet. In front of him was a vigorous tall man, with a no-nonsense look on his face. Darik had seen this look before, almost every man in Sunberth had it. Ohh great, he was in for a whooping. ”What do ya think you’re doing?” He said with a foreign accent Darik had never heard of before. “Umm nothing sir, I am just inspecting the handywork of the axe.” Darik sure hoped it was the right answer. It was. The barkeeper turned all misty eyed towards the axe and spoke in a dreamy tone. “It reminds me of my childhood as a—“ He stopped talking when he realized Darik was listening. “Errh, I mean, what do you want?” His voice was all scruffy and tough now. Did this man actually have a soft spot for axes? Okay ,maybe that’s not the right word because axes kill things. Maybe a hard spot? Either way, Darik was going to reply to the man.

[Bob Barton]

The Disappearing Drunk? Bob hasn't been here before. Heck, he didn't even like coming into the alley. As soon as he got the guts to open the door he saw Darik already on the floor. "Not even a day and the poor fool is already in trouble..." Bob muttered to himself unsatisfied. Even if Darik just got what was coming to him, it should have been from Bob because there must be justice even if this was Sunberth.

Bob took a seat right beside him with a full view of what was going to happen next. It was going to be a lot of fun to see Darik getting his ass kicked right here and it was going to be from a much more bigger man. Bob did not like situations like this but he will make an exception just because Darik was special. Instead what he saw was the man lecturing. That was completely unexpected in this situation.

Sheesh...Darik should be getting his ass kicked right now. Bob didn't care if the man was his father, uncle or whatever, Darik still needed some disciplining. Bob could give a little push in the right direction but after all the messing around with Darik and the horsing around earlier he felt a little bit out of it. One more shouldn't hurt right? Bob started to blink his eyes a little and held out his fingers. Nope still normal. He could risk it.

Patiently, Bob waited for his chance. The man was still watching Darik for something which Bob can't even think about because they were too far for him to hear. But he could see from the man's face that there was a problem between them. Once Bob could see the man's eyes he took his chance. He concentrated the djed flowing around his body into his eyes. Bob had to work fast before the man turned away. After he was charged up, the djed shot straight into the man's eyes. Sharing the emotion that Bob had for Darik especially after what he did with the horse. Bob started grinning thinking what the man would do with his newfound hate and anger towards Darik.

[Darik]

Red had felt hypnotism before but he found the suggestion in his mind appealing. It won’t hurt the boy to teach him a lesson. Red was a man of common sense and this was very good logic. He had grown up to be the man he was today by his beatings. So he was doing a favor to Darik by giving him a taste what it would like to have an abusive father. The man’s change in attitude was sudden. “Come here boy.” His voice hadn’t changed texture but his face did. It looked angry somehow. Darik was completely clueless how. Peoples attitudes shouldn’t fluctuate suddenly with no good reason! “Umm excuse you?” Maybe putting a bit of sass in words isn’t the best idea. ”I said come over here, you no good whelp.” Red reached backwards and gripped the axe in his hands. He then lifted off its hool and started to move around the counter. Any smart person would have departed but Darik didn’t fit under that category. “Whelp? More like god of awesomeness and—“ Red swung the axe with the blunt side aiming to catch Darik . Darik having been in this situation before knew the sound. So he fell to the ground before it could connect. Darik got up waiting for another assault. The patron’s seeing Red so actively involved started to shout words of encouragement. ”Teach him a lesson! Kick his ass Red! Make him red, Red!” Why was no one cheering for Darik? “This really isn’t helping people!” The drunks gave some snotty comments but Darik couldn’t hear them. He was much too busy sidestepping the axe. He had swung down with the sharp side down. Good thing Darik wasn’t in the mood of dieing, and Red was only half trying because the hypnotism was slowly wearing off. The axe embedded itself in a table. The swing, even though had been at half strength, had still penetrated the furnished wood. Red started to pull on it trying to dislodge it. Time to get out of here. He couldn’t resist this chance though! He walked up to red and tapped him on the shoulder. “Better luck next time chap.” Red slammed his elbow into Darik’s chest causing him to kneel over with temporary pain. As he went back to pulling he grunted. ”Just you wait, when I get this out I am going to give you a whooping of a lifetime.” Taking a few steps away from red, Darik regained his composure. Now to milk it. He started to blow kisses to the drunks. “Bye all my loving and adoring fans! I am so sorry I can’t sign all your autographs. I have to get going.” Darik gave a huge wave and pivoted everywhere. Why not? Life was good.

[Bob Barton]

That went well, actually it was a lot better than Bob planned it. The man started acting on the emotions Bob sent to him and called Darik out and the fool boy just had to make things worse. Bob watched with glee as Red as he heard from the other patrons jumped over the counter to attack Darik with the axe. Since he was using the blunt part Bob was fine with letting Darik get the beating. He even joined in the cheering of the rest of the customers. "Yeah Red! Teach that shyke a lesson. Whatever you do to him, he'll deserve it!" which was a fact after the horse incident.

Bob along with the rest moaned when Red got his axe embedded into the wrong target and cheered again when Darik got slammed in the chest by Red. But Darik ever the cocky and confident brat started to kiss the crowd and call them fans? Bob was no fan. And as he watched he saw that Red was still struggling with the axe. He would get it out but not before Darik was long gone. Bob was going to have to do something to slow the boy down.

Darik was going to head for the exit and there was nothing Bob could do about it. Except, maybe... While Darik was still busy getting his non-existant applause, Bob unwound the whip on his sleeve while still keeping an eye on Darik. Hopefully the boy is too busy looking around to notice him. Bob held the whip back and waited to look at his target which was the table leg opposite him. First time but it might be able to work. "SNAP!" the whip went forward and hit the ground but not winding around the table leg like Bob wanted. He needed to do this the hard way. Bob tied the whip around the table leg he was at and ran forward to the other end holding it on his hands. It was loose now but once he sees Darik coming through his hiding place under the table and behind the chair, he will pull it back and the tight rope would trip the boy. At least he hoped that Darik would be too distracted to notice.

[Darik]

The crowd did not throw roses or shout for him. In fact they booed at him. Tough crowd. Knowing he wouldn’t win any hearts with this performance he decided to depart. Thinking his foot was going to land on the floor he didn’t look down. SNAP! The whip had no slack. So Darik toppled down. Instead of falling directly on his head he tried to use his hands a cushion. It still ended with his head hitting the floor, but it’s the effort that counts! Or let’s hope it does or Darik would be a complete failure. Darik was down for about twenty seconds, and the crowd was ecstatic. They thought he had died. He finally rose, angry for a multitude of reasons. ”Who did that?” He surveyed the room and saw nothing…Till he looked down. There was bob, that scoundrel. He had done this. And wait a second…with the whip he had used. This was karma but Darik didn’t know that because he didn’t believe in nonsense like this. He believed in luck, not some stupid religious term! ”You are going to so get it…” Then he thought he was playing right in Bob’s hands. Why not, give him a reaction he didn’t suspect?. Instead of an angry scowl he gave a wide grin. ”I hope you enjoy working with me.” A loud boisterous cheer erupted when Red pulled out his axe. Time to get going. ”Gotta go, see ya Bob.” Darik departed the tavern, putting as much distance as he could in-between the two of them. They would meet again…sooner than you think. Seriously, like tomorrow. They work at the same place. Now would he dish out the revenge tomorrow? No, this type of revenge is best served lukewarm.

[Bob Barton]

Bob gave a smile and a wave at Darik when he was spotted. "How do you like that now you brat?" he asked happily until Darik said working with him? No, that was a horrible experience. Darik set a horse, a HORSE on Bob so of course the whip came as karma or whatever else Darik believed in. Bob saw that Darik was about to run so He quickly stood up knocking over the table he was under and the chair until he stood up. He was not going to let Darik get away. He lifted the whip and snapped it to the front hoping for a sharp blow at Darik which never came when the whip limped down to the ground. That was embarrassing...

Bob turned back at the crowd not wanting to see the amused faces at his failure until he caught the glint in Red's hands and Red was coming right at him. "You probably can't go after Darik now..." he sighed as he put his whip away but Red kept coming forward. Bob thought for a few seconds then realized that was what Darik meant by saying working with him. Darik was setting him up against Red. Bob backed out towards the door waving his hands at Red "I think we have a little misunderstanding Red, I hate Darik as much as you do." But once he passed through the door, Bob spun in place and ran. Where did he run to? Anywhere but here in Stumble Alley. There would be another day to balance things out with Darik but it was not today. As he ran through the streets he kept turning back to have a look expecting to see Red with his axe but relieved he never saw that. All until he ran back into is room in Killroy's and slammed the door shut to hide.