Friday the thirteenth doesn't usually get this whacky

[indigo_league]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOVEMBER 13TH TO 15TH
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
Log:






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In Town

[bugbeverage]

Beetlejuice had never seen a centaur before.

He found Rafael incredibly interesting and made a point of watching him from a distance for at least half an hour before interacting, but what caught his attention more was the man's old-timey clothing. He didn't know how he ended up in the world of Pokemon and in order to keep himself from worrying about that, Beetlejuice promptly occupied himself by being a pest.

"This town ain't big enough for the two of us," said a filthy stranger as he emerged from an alley way in front of Rafael. He was dressed in a similar fashion and stood with his boots far apart and his hat pulled down over his eyes. One hand hovered at his hip. "Shoot, it's barely big enough for you!"

[justdun]

Now this was more familiar. Rafeal didn't know whether to laugh or pity the poor fool, and settled for an amused half-smirk. His one eye trailed up and down slowly, casually judging the mess and the pose. Bark worse than the bite, he'd wager.

"You don't say," he drawled back, "then maybe you should put your money where your mouth is, or get yourself on the road."

With one hind appearing to absently paw the ground, Rafael flipped one hand up to adjust his jacket, revealing the well worn but very authentic sheriff's badge pinned there.

[bugbeverage]

Beetlejuice leaned forward a little and made a show of squinting, inspecting the badge. He spat on the ground and tipped his hat up, revealing a grave-grime covered face. He was horribly pale with sunken eyes.

"A lawman, huh? I don't much like lawmen."

An idea suddenly popped into his head. If this horse man charged him, he was going to try to ride him. That honestly sounded like the most fun he'd had in centuries.

[justdun]

"Looks like we've got something in common!" Rafael shot back with obvious cheerful sarcasm. "I don't much like little bastards who're always looking for trouble."

He was half contemplating a kick, but honestly, that was a little close to assault, unless the little bastard drew a weapon on him. So he'd just have to wait and see what the fool tried next.

[bugbeverage]

"Hey now!" Beetlejuice put a hand on his hat, suddenly appearing flustered. "Who'r you callin' little, pardner?"

It was time to put on a show. He lifted a boot as if to step forward but instead shot upwards, warping and expanding in size until he easily could have filled the mouth of the alleyway he emerged from. The now giant undead cowpoke's boot came down with a loud thud in front of the centaur. Beetlejuice leaned over, arm across his knee, and peered down at Rafael with a shit-eating grin.

"You wanna try that again, little pony?"

[justdun]

Rafael startled at the sudden change, but hell, he was in some other damn world. Why not? He hadn't gotten where he was by being intimidated by anything or anyone.

So after some clear shock, and one step back, the grin returned. "I don't know; looks like compensating for something to me."

[bugbeverage]

Beetlejuice's brows rose up, disappearing under his hat. That was...unexpected! Interesting. Impressive. Exciting! The ghost quickly reverted to his usual size with a vulgar deflating sound and hurried up to Rafael, inviting himself to try and sling an arm across the man's withers since he was far too short to reach his shoulders.

"You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot--hoof. Name's Lawrence! Wanna go ruin somebody's day?"

This horse guy was bombproof. This ruled!