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[Tubby]

12th of Spring, 515 AV
AfternoonWe haven't discussed the date. If anyone is against my chosen one, do send a PM to me and Vince (same time)


Tubby looked around, his big, black eyes scanning the vicinity. It was a rather normal day in Sunberth; that is, people were not really friendly. They glared at the little clay figure should he get in the way, muttering rather obscene things while walking away. It wasn't his fault they never looked down. They needed to watch their big ol' hairy feet, or he'd draw Ice and poke the lot of them to Hai. He silently dared another person to mutter at him, and he'd do just that......

The tops of his eyes became straight and slanted; his angry face. He glared at any who came near him, the hilt of his sword glinting behind his massive head. The look scared most of them off; the ones that didn't know how to handle a little guy with a most likely deadly sword. The braver ones leered at him, but stopped when he opened the slit in his mouth to reveal the many sharp, pointed teeth he made his teeth into. Usually they were small and blocky, but the Pycon was in a rather foul mood today. He wished someone would mess with him; they'd get whats coming. He thought back to how his foul mood started, with the stupid human and his stupid stupidness.

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"Oi, 'ook a' that sma' bugga! He's a righ' freaky one, he is!" The dirty, smelly guy had shouted to all his other homeless friends as Tubby had walked out of the shadows, having just woken. It was early morning, with the air smelling freshly of the stink of Sunberth. He had just packed his things, eaten a small, hearty breakfast of clay. He had been feeling quite good, after his good night's sleep.... At least, had been.

He looked up at the man who was speaking, the annoying way of speaking, as if he was missing a part of his tongue and a few teeth. He probably was, considering the city he was living in. Put that together with his clothing and smell, which was worse then the regular musty odor, and bingo. You had a vile, stupid homeless guy. Sure, Tubby was also homeless, and he could be stupid sometimes, but not that stupid. Nor did he look so homeless. Hopefully, he'd be getting a nice little dollhouse, soon, but....

He was snapped out his meandering stream of thought by a poke to his big belly. He looked down, at a dirty finger with a dirty fingernail poking at him. He looked up, one of his eyes taking on a straight edge set in a slant. He was annoyed, and very much so.

The dirty man laughed, poking him again, to the amusement of his other homeless friends. The guy was really getting on his nerves, and he felt like taking Ice and stabbing the dude. Sure, he wouldn't get into any trouble, but it would ruin his day. These guys would try to beat him up all at the same time, and he didn't want that. At least, he thought they would.

He felt a hand tugging at the hilt of his sword - they were trying to take Ice! The man was tugging, pulling Tubby up with him in the process, thanks to his little string of clay wrapped about the hilt tightly. The man shook Tubby, trying to dislodge the little Pycon.

"Oi, I wanna see that sword!" Tubby glared at the man, his teeth forming into the sharp little triangles in his mouth. He brought his head up to bite the man's finger, who shouted in more surprise and pain. Tubby felt the grip loosen, as he was falling to the ground, though he wasn't high up. He landed, executing a small roll of his body. As he was moving up, his body slightly growing bigger, his head smaller, his hand was already on the hilt of his sword, in the process of drawing it. But his grip was too little. The man yanked the sword from his hand, holding the beautiful weapon out of the Pycon's hand. he held it up, admiring the perfect workmanship of the cold iron sword.

"Look a' this thing! Gimme good mo-" the man was cut off when Tubby's backpack was thrown at his hand, something sharp - probably his useless razor - cut the side of the backpack and stabbed the man. Once more, the man yelled more in surprise than pain, dropping the sword. In a flash, Tubby had it, running towards the man with a deep yell of his Nexus. He jumped up, moving his sword underhand. His jump was quite good; he landed on the man's foot, though he had jumped a few feet away. He stabbed down, getting the man in his foot. The homeless guy screamed, this time in a lot of pain, and kicked his foot, sending Tubby flying, though he had his sword. He hit the wall next to where he had slept the night before, sliding down after a few seconds. He had to sit awhile; a blow like that had dizzied his Nexus, so he didn't feel right to walk.

After a few chimes, he stood up. They had run off! Yellow bellied cowards.... He gathered his stuff - missing his razor, probably still stuck in the man's finger - and put his backpack back into his big belly, sheathing Ice.

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Tubby looked around, remembering where he was. Thinking about earlier had only made him madder. He was looking at the ground, still seething, when he ran into some big person's foot.

As quickly as he could, which was quite quick, Ice was drawn, pointed at the offending foot.

"Watch where you're going, you big footed ugly!"

[Vince Angel]

Vince Angel Vince yawned and stretched his muscles as he strolled down the streets of the filthy city that he had become so familiar with. His day had started off fairly normal; wake up, comb the knots from his hair, flash his knife at any potential thieves eyeing his pockets with a hungry gaze... In his twenty-six years of living in the city, not many had ever tried to steal from him. Most would find themselves relieved at such a fact. For Vince, it only made him more paranoid. Eventually, he was going to get into a fight he cannot win, and he would be lucky to escape with his organs intact. A quick slash-and-run was usually enough to escape from the common potential mugger, but what happens when someone happens to be faster than him? He shook the thought from his mind and continued walking down the street. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that someone had been following him... fairly closely. Walking the next few feet, he made sure he knew where this person was, taking a quick glance every now and then. Finally, he stopped on the sidewalk, making it look as if he were deciding where to walk next. Keeping the figure just on the edge of his field of vision, he clenched his knife in his hand. He dared this person to try and reach into his pockets.. As soon as he saw the person's hand reach out, Vince spun around and quickly crabbed the person't wrist and held the small knife to his jugular. To his surprise, this person looked no older than seventeen. Vince had half a mind to just slit the boy's throat and make an example out of him, but instead he looked deep into the boy's eyes. "If I ever catch your hand near my pocket again, I'm going to cut it off." He said in a low, monotone voice. The boy himself did not look too intimidated, but Vince was sure that he got the message across. He shoved the boy away, watching him leave with a disappointed scowl. It was then that he suddenly felt something bump against his foot, and looked down to see the uniquely familiar face of Tubby. Of corse, the insult he spat afterwards betrayed the jolly stature that Vince was so used to seeing from the Pycon. "Um... It's good to see you too, Tubby." Vince replied, rolling his eyes. Not a day goes by when this city doesn't get to someone...

[Julia Tristal]

The doom and gloom of the city of thieves and outlaws never really suited Julia's cherry disposition. Even in the street where homeless and beggers seem to dominate in numbers, she was quite happy. The suffering in Sunberth was almost lost to her, almost. She whistled a happy tune through the streets, looking as if easy prey for any potential mugger or thieves in the streets.

People usually try to be intimidating or sneaky, not her though, she lets her prey come to her, despite being a thief, she usually takes from other thieves, they usually have more gold and stuff than your average citizen in Sunberth.

Julia had no idea where she was going, though she does know what she's doing. She's out hunting, hunting for a few loose coin purses or someone stupid enough to try and stop her. A quick knife to the jaw can pretty much kill anyone. Fat, thin, or muscular, a knife in the wrong place and pretty much ruin your day.

As stated before, she prefers that her prey come to her, but there are a few instances where there's a target that's just too juicy to pass up. Like the heavily tattooed person right in front of her... Well... She was actually behind the boy tailing said tattooed person.

Sloppy was the only thing Julia could say to the would-be pickpocket. He was fast, but still, speed was not everything, though it helped in most cases. She was quite behind the two actually, ducking behind taller people to try to keep from the occasional glance from Mr.Tattoo up in front.

After their little confrontation with the poor teen, she sped up a little, he seemed to be distracted by something on the ground. Some tiny and white, quite peculiar... She was right behind him, being distracted by a tiny blob thing. She reached her hand into his pocket and pressed a dagger on his back.

"Hi Vincy." She said with her usual bubbly voice. "Don't be so distracted." She then sheathed her dagger and jumped on his back. "Hehe!"

[Zoe Collins]

Her day had started out fairly boring, as she went through the process of waking up from her bed in her very own home in the Sunset Quarters. Hastily combing her hair, she then proceeded to carry out a couple of stretching warm-up exercises. She stretched out her arms upwards letting it remain there for several ticks before releasing it this time stretching it out to the left and right, carrying out the same steps. She then rotated the ball of her shoulder muscles, releasing the tension built-over from sleep the previous night.

With the shoulders done, it was time for her back. She got down to her knees, and sat on her feet. She then bent all the way forwards with her arms stretched overhead, staying there for a few ticks. She then moved over to her last two parts of the warm-up, the wrist and the legs. She moved her hands around in a circular motion, pulling back on her fingers feeling a good stretch throughout her entire palm. Still on her knees, she rocked back and forth with both her palms flat on the floor, extending far in each direction.

With that done, she got back up on her feet, and it was time for the last step before she left home. Getting those leg muscles warmed up. She stepped forwards, sending her legs up and down, imagining as though she was marching in a parade of sorts. She rotated between each leg for a couple of chimes before stopping.

Now she was ready to leave. Shutting the door and locking it, Zoe meandered through the dirty streets of Sunberth as she went about her day. The streets of the city were no different from any other day. Rugged and dirty buildings lined the streets, and the people walking on the streets no cleaner than the buildings around them. Sunberth was a poor city, and its denizens were a mixture of beggars, thieves and other assorted scum and villainy. One always had to be wary of your belongings, especially your money-pouch.

Thieves were everywhere here, and your items could be there one chime and gone the other. As a thief herself, she was plenty aware of the ways and recognising how thieves behaved. Since she had started stealing as a teenager, she had never once been stolen from, but plenty of attempts were made. Being harassed was far more common. Plenty of men had attempted to take advantage of her, but they either fled unscathed or injuries-filled when she showed them that she was more-than capable of handling herself in a fight.

It wasn't long before her keen eyes spied something happening up ahead. A younger boy seemed to be tailing a slimly-built but heavily tattooed man. His work was shoddy and amateurish, and she would be surprised if he managed to pull this off. The boy kept following the man at a distance, not bothering to stay hidden or blend in with the crowd.

Any thief worth their salt knew that the most important thing was to stay hidden and blend in with the crowd until you were ready to strike.Judging from the slight jerks of the man up ahead, she could tell that he was somewhat aware of the boy following him behind.

A few chimes later, the boy had moved surprisingly close but had yet to act. That fool was taking too long to act. She moved her lips into a smirk. He wasn't going to get anything done like that. The boy finally made a move and stretched out his hand, hoping to lift off some items from the man's pockets. The hand was met with a swift reversal as the man swivelled around, brandishing a knife to the throat of the boy. Glancing upon the sight, Zoe thought to herself. I knew it! as she gave out a snicker.

From where she was, she saw a brief exchange of words between man holding the knife and the pickpocket, before the knife on the boy was released. The boy turned around and walked away, and she could see the disgruntled scowl on his face as he headed towards her. As the boy walked past her, she bumped into him, and he staggered backwards, but she quickly steadied him with one arm as he gave her a death glare before scowling even further. He then walked away, probably still scowling away.

What he did not notice was that he was missing a pouch that he carried at his waist. Using her eating knife that she had sharpened to an edge, she had sliced over the strings holding the pouch when she bumped into him and was helping to steady him, pilfering it before the boy could notice.

Seeing how amateur the boy was at thieving, he probably wouldn't have even noticed anything until it was too late. He was too preoccupied with his emotions anyway.

Walking along, with the boy no longer insight, she peered into the pouch and noticed that it was empty. Just her luck. She scowled as she tossed the pouch randomly to her side of the street, before moving on. It was then that she noticed the same tattooed man up ahead with another woman beside him, with his head down, talking to something on the floor.

Was that a clay doll? That clay doll was even brandishing a sword as well. If memory served, she remembered that these weren't dolls, they were called Pycons. Intrigued by the sight, she trotted along, and as she came up to the group, she said with a wink and a smile.

"Well, well.. what do we have here?"

[Tubby]

Recognizing the voice that spoke to him, the voice that owned the big foot that he had bumped into, Tubby looked up, squinting slightly and unnecessarily up at the tall man; at least, tall to the tiny Pycon. He remembered the guy; Vince Angel was his name. The first time they had met was when Vince was attempting a robbery or something, Tubby knew not what it was, as he was 'thief-savvy' or whatever. He did know he had a rather cool little knife, which had interested the boyish Pycon. This knife had also brought about Vince's soiled theft attempt, though....

His eyes regaining their usual jolliness, his former sullen attitude a spec of dust blowing on the wind through the sea of grass, forgotten as if it hadn't existed. He brought his sword in a controlled arc, sheathing Ice in one smooth, practiced motion. He walked up to his buddy, as he liked to call all of his friends, and hopped onto his foot, wrapping four little fingers around a part of the big guy's pants. He brought his other chubby hand above the other, as if attempting to climb all the way up his leg.

"Hiya, Vince! How are you today, pal?" As always, his voice was oddly deep, though his joy at seeing a friend obvious in the tone. He kept his climbing thing for a bit, though not going anywhere; he was either too fat or Vince's leg was an insurmountable wall.

He was about to start talking to the young thief, about to tell his story of the day, when he heard the voice of another big person, this one female. Putting his head between Vince's head, he looked up at the young lady, taking note of the dagger. He was just about to say something when she spoke to Vince as if they were old friends. He waited until right after she was done speaking, before piping up in his queer tone, "Hullo there! I'm Tubby!" He stuck out a small, perfectly formed clay tongue, flopping it around a little. His eyes were staring at his new plaything, his tongue (it was so cool-looking) when he heard yet another voice directed at the small group of now three, probably about to become four.

Removing his head, he turned to look up at the newcomer. He noticed her wink; he even attempted to do it himself. Though, all that came from it was weird facial spasms. Stopping with that, he answered her question, thinking she meant it literally. "We have Tubby, Vince, and random girl!" At the mention of each name, he pointed with a fat little finger. When he was finished, he went back to flopping around his new tongue, wondering why he hadn't gotten one earlier. "Tongues are fun..." He said this to the entire group, still paying attention to the little oddity popping from the black slit that was his mouth.

[Vince Angel]

Vince Angel Vince stared down at the little clay statue, his face more or less expressing confusion. Just a second ago, the Pycon looked as if he were ready to stab anyone who came near him. It made him wonder just what had put Tubby in his previous sour mood. He shook his head and grinned a bit as he watched the Pycon try to climb up his leg. In a single swift motion, he bent down and picked the Pycon up, setting him on his shoulder. "I'm alive. That's all I can say, but I'm not really sure that's a good thing." He said with a shrug. He froze suddenly when he felt the tip of a knife being pressed to his back, more distracted by that than the hand in his pocket. But he calmed down as soon as the person spoke, immediately recognizing the voice. "Yeah. Ha ha. Very funny, Julia." He said, taking deep breaths to slow his racing heart. He yelped a bit and smiled when the girl suddenly jumped onto his back. "You know, you're going to do that to the wrong person one day. And I might not be around to protect you." He said, holding onto his back. The presence of another female voice made him glance in her direction, noticing the rather beautiful blond haired woman. Tubby seemed excited to see the newcomer. Vince, on the other hand, could not help but feel a bit cautious. He was always cautious around people he did not know, considering that nearly everyone in Sunberth has a high chance of stabbing someone in the back, both metaphorically and physically. "Um... Can we help you?" He asked cautiously, but not unkindly.

[Julia Tristal]

She couldn't help but notice the tiny clay blob with an abnormally large head sitting atop Vince's shoulder. "AWWWWWWW!" She squealed and picked up Tubby and snuggled the little tongue rolling ball of clay.

Despite the clayman's tiny stature, he was very heavy for his size, but Julia just couldn't seem to put him down. She smiled and played with Tubby's clay face. "You are so cute and adorable and squishy and cute and fluffy!" She squeaked and turned him around to face Vince and the new golden haired beauty that joined them.

She took an instance dislike to the newcomer, though she knew from experience that being nice to someone in a city of killers and criminals can net you a large pile of favors and opportunities. "Hello! Wow, you look really really beautiful, considering you're in a city filled of liars, scumbags, and thieves, no offense Vincy, but you are gorgeous! I'm Julia by the way! Nice to meet ya!" She held out her hand to offer shake hers, but found that Tubby was a bit too heavy for just one hand holding him up.

She then proceeded to ignore the two and played with Tubby's tongue. "You're tongue is so cute and adorable! Eaeeeeee!!!" She squished the Pycon with a tight snuggle and rubbed her chin on the top of the Pycon's head. "Cutie little clay thingy~ What's your name, little blobby clay thingy? Can I call you Squishy? Can you be mine? Can you be my Squishy?" She then proceeded to do various baby talking sounds with her mouth, that nobody could understand because they were either too high-pitched or just random iterations of the word "cute".

She looked over to Vince and Zoe, with a large grin on her face. "Can I keep him, Vincy? I can carry him around and feed him biscuits and stuff and put him in my bag and have him guard my house." She hugged the Pycon on last time, but felt something sharp poke her chest. "Ow!, that hurt!" She said and pushed the Pycon away from her chest, but was still holding him. "You're too cute to make me get angry!" She said and kissed Tubby's comparatively large face.

[Zoe Collins]

The clay figure spoke. Its voice was unlike what she had imagined it to be. It was deep, so unexpectedly deep it sounded baritone-liked. It was mind-boggling that such a tone could have come from such a small creature. "Hiya, Vince! How are you today, pal?" Zoe figured that the heavily-tattooed man was called Vince. The little clay thing then attempted to climb up Vince's leg, but that didn't seem to work out well as despite its efforts, and that went nowhere.

Shortly after, the pycon introduced himself as Tubby. It then spoke again, this time in response to her question earlier. "We have Tubby, Vince, and random girl!" She thought that the name was surprisingly accurate, and at least its name suited how it looked like.

She then saw Tubby playing around with its tongue curiously, like a puppy discovering its tail for the first time. She thought it was rather cute to witness such a sight. Adding in another comment for good measure, it informed the group "Tongues are fun...". She thought to herself, yes tongues are very important indeed.

The heavily-tattooed man however, now known as Vince, was apprehensive and noticeably over-cautious towards her question. But he was right to be so. That was how life in Sunberth was. Those that were naive and trusting of anyone they meet did not tend to have long lifespans. Being cautious and apprehensive of strangers that you meet was a very good way of increasing your chances of survival. He then very carefully asked her. "Um... Can we help you?" The way he asked, was very unlike of someone who looked like him.

She expected a much rougher response then the one she got. Nevertheless, she answered him with one in similar kind to his. "Hah, you don't need to worry about him, I don't wish any of you harm. I'm just here to see what the commotion was about, as it looked like interesting stuff. Oh, and that pycon. Never seen one up close before. So that's interesting to say the least."

No sooner than Zoe was done talking, a loud squeal of "AWWWWWWW!" came from the other blonde woman beside Vince, causing her to wince. She seemed to be smitten with the clay doll. She saw her snuggling the pycon, and wondered how he must have felt. The woman who she came to knew as Julia seemed to treat Tubby the pycon like a toy or a pet.

Vince had called out her name earlier as she had pulled the prank on him, and they seemed really close, and that made more sense as to why he was as cautious as he was. He was being protective of her as well. She wondered if they were more than just friends.

Sparing some time from her tubby-filled obsession, she finally noticed Zoe and spoke. "Hello! Wow, you look really really beautiful, considering you're in a city filled of liars, scumbags, and thieves, no offense Vincy, but you are gorgeous! I'm Julia by the way! Nice to meet ya!" Unlike the response she got from Vince, this was way on the other end of the spectrum. She was overly cheerful and bubbly, distinctly out of place in Sunberth. Zoe could see why Vince had to be cautious for her now. Someone how to be careful for her if she wasn't going to be for herself. She was lucky to had Vince with her. She then responded to Julia. "Hi Julia, thank you. I could say the same for yourself. You're in Sunberth, and you're pretty cheerful, aren't you?"

And with that her attention span was gone again, and she went back to the Tubby, once more. That poor pycon, getting treated like a pet. Zoe let out a snigger when Julia asked if she could own Tubby and bring the pycon home. When she got pricked by the pycon's sword, she could help but let out a chuckle. I was waiting for that, and there it was. She was bound to hurt herself somehow. she thought to herself.