Post by ranlou on Apr 9, 2018 13:17:18 GMT -5
Foutu stumbled down the cobblestone away from a large Neovian manor. She doesn’t remember what she was doing there, how how she even got there actually. Honestly everything seems a little fuzzy. A brick wind caught her by surprise and she grabbed onto her shoulders, stopping to lean against a light post for a second to collect herself.
Judging from the blue light fading in the horizon and the beginnings of stars starting to pepper the sky, it had to be just past dinner. An odd time for a job. In most cases people remained discreet and certainly didn’t take her out for dinner. Dinner was for beautiful arm candy or wives- not for a quick fuck just around the corner.
The blumaroo started walking again, in what she figured was towards the main central of Neovia. She could never really tell with these giant mansions and spacious estates which way was which.
Once she finally started recognizing the streets, she walked at a more brisk pace. The simple fact she recognized the neighborhood would make most hold their neopoints closer to their chest. However something out of the corner of her eye halted her in the street.
In the shop window next to her she examined her appearance with a horrified expression. Her skin had a type of green pallor it never had before. Her eyes seemed much more glazed over and all together lacked color. Her skin seemed a little more loose and bloated in some places. And also- clear as day under the strap of her overalls was a large healed over gunshot wound, the size of a neocoin. The skin was pink with scar tissue and stood out against her newly green complexion.
Something was definitely not right.
She looked around at the street again, realizing that although she may recognize most of it, some of the shops although still holding their decrepit appearance, had changed.
There were still neopets wandering at this time of night (especially in this area), who had started giving her looks, so she quickly gathered herself and kept walking. Her eyes drifted from side to side as she pulled her arms around herself. Everything seemed the same, yet also different.
After a few blocks, more and more neopets crawled out of the woodwork as Neovia’s red district really started to come to life. Foutu kept her eyes firmly planted on her feet in front of her, trying to ignore the feelings of stares. She had always been out of place in the victorian aesthetic in town, and had always flaunted the difference. She had been confident enough in her style and physique to challenge any old time-y looking motherfucker who looked at her the wrong way. However now, she didn’t know what to do, she looked nothing like was used to.
Suddenly she bumped into something big and furry. Her eyes snapped up to meet neon green scleras surrounded by light orange fur. The lupe’s eyes widened in shock the moment she met his gaze.
“Pardon,” she muttered under her breath as she attempted to move past him. However a large paw gripped her shoulder tightly.
“Foutu?” The lupe asked in amazement.
She looked at him quizzically and pulled his claws off her shoulder.
His french was rusty, but followed her own vernacular pretty well, “Is it really you? Foutu?”
She gave him a once over, still standing her ground out of instinct. The lupe had to be in his early twenties, with an aura of life that was rare for these parts. He also barely fit in with his wrinkled plaid button up and ripped jeans. He was more than a full head taller than her, and could defiantly take her down in a second flat judging on his muscles, especially since she didn’t even know her own limitation at the moment.
Perhaps he was a customer of hers. It wasn’t a rare occurrence to see someone she’s fucked walking down the streets of Neovia, and it certainly wasn’t odd she didn’t recognize him, seeing as she didn’t even know what was going on with herself currently. It was just odd he would stop her. Most barely give her a second glance; no one wants to be seen recognizing a prostitute.
She give him a skeptical look, “Oui.”
The lupe however, is still full of surprises, as his lips spread into a wide, goofy, smile.
“I can’t believe it’s you- what? How?” He seemed speechless.
Now she was confused.
“Who are you? What do you mean?” She snapped harshly.
He paused, and looked her over again for a second, “Well fuck- this doesn’t seem good at all…” he muttered in English. He looked her in the eyes speaking in french, which was starting to get a little smoother, “You really don’t recognize me at all?”
His grin dimmed a little bit. And it clicked. A chill ran down Foutu’s spine. The orange messy fur and the carefree grin. His informal way of talking to her.
“Micaholu?” She asked in bewilderment.
His smile grew brilliantly, “You do recognize me! Well at least we got that out of the way! I mean this is definitely strange…”
Her breath started coming quicker, “What is happening? What’s going on? Micaholu- how…”
Micaholu put his paws on her shoulders, trying to calm her, “Foutu- Foutu, calm down. I… I have no idea whats going on but we’ll figure it out, alright?”
She sucked in a breath, “Alright.”
The entire time the lupe guided her back out of Neovia, she just trailed along in a state of shock. Not that the werelupe didn’t try for conversation, he did, she was just in no condition to respond. So he mostly ended up keeping the chatter alive for himself, while she vaguely listened on.
“-and you’re lucky I caught you after I went shopping,” he gestures to his full pack hanging off his shoulder, “I don’t know what I’d do. I probably wouldn’t take you into the shop with me, I’d probably have just whisked you back like I’m doing right now, without my groceries! And what would I’ve to offer you when we get back, hm? Some old coffee and the final dregs of my whiskey I have back there? Nah- now I’m all stocked up for ya. I was even able to rustle up some food- maybe make you a pizza sandwich? I don’t got the stuff to make an actual pizza, but I can whip up a pretty good substitute…”
He kept talking. Foutu just keep her eyes on him. He was so tall. His teeth had grown in pretty big, just like he kept on insisting they would. She couldn’t help but constantly be brought back to what she knew. Last she saw him he was a pup, barely up to her chest. He would go on like this, but about bigger things. Like escaping this rot infested town and making it big in Neopia Central, or a big heist he had planned that was above his normal pit pocket fair. And now he was talking about buying things, with actual money. And making her food. The last thing she remembers him eating was an old left over omelet she made that had been sitting in the pan for hours before he showed up in her home and ate it before she could throw it away.
Before she knew it, Foutu was at the base of a large tree in the haunted woods. She couldn’t remember how long they had been walking, but it was definitely dark now. She would usually never be caught dead in the haunted woods at this time of night. However, Micaholu seemed to know where he was going and what he was doing, so she couldn’t help but feel at ease.
Micaholu reached up to a branch she would never be able to reach, and pulled down a rope ladder that had been tucked away. She looked up it, seeing it reach towards a fairly large tree house.
He gestured towards the ladder, “My lady~” he insisted in a joking manner.
She eyed him, but took the first rung and started to climb, occasionally looking back at the lupe, who followed closely behind.
She pulled herself through the hatch and sat on the floor for a second, allowing the lupe to enter as well.
The treehouse may have looked large from the outside, but as a dwelling it seemed pretty small. There was enough room for a living area, kitchen, and maybe one bedroom. However off the side of the living room was a porch with a hammock swinging idly. The place itself was defiantly on the “lived in” side, with blankets bundled up on the couch and odd trinkets scattered here and there.
“I’m back!” Micaholu called in English, walking towards the kitchen.
Foutu followed him and asked with confusion, “Someone else lives here?”
Micaholu laughs putting away his groceries out of his pack, “Aw yeah- but it’s just Jaqii. Its kinda his place. I just happen to also live here ya know?”
Foutu did not know. This was all very foreign and she just stood in place uncomfortably.
“Ayyy what’s up dude? What’d ya get?” a voice called in english, before a gelert face, completely made of wood appeared in the kitchen door way, “Oh shit! What’s up?”
Foutu stared at him blankly, not understanding a single word.
“Oh, hey dude, yeah no, nothing much really, just our usual restock, ya know? And this is Foutu- this is kinda an impromptu thing. But hey, so she doesn’t speak English all right?” Micaholu told the Gelert in english.
He turned towards Foutu, “Sorry about that. I realize this is a lot. This is Jaqii.”
Foutu eyed the Gelert hesitantly. He was entirely made of wood, and just slightly taller than herself. He had long, well kept, blonde hair held back by a rainbow headband. He had the same kind of lively and goodhearted look in his eyes that Foutu remembers seeing in Micaholu’s the first time she laid eyes on him.
“Woah dude you speak different languages?” Jaqii laughed.
Micaholu waved him off, “Just french.”
“Thats awesome! Can you, like, translate for me?”
The lupe snorted, “Sure”.
“Can you ask her… like… I dunno, what’s up?”
Foutu was about to get tired of this nonsense when Micaholu looked at her with an easy grin and in french said, “I’m sorry this boy is such an idiot. But he wants me to ask you, ‘quoi de neuf’?”
The blumaroo stifles a laugh, “Jesus putain Christ, isn’t that a loaded question right now?” the werelupe gives her an apologetic smile, “Just say, the sky or something equally stupid. I can’t even process this right now.”
Micaholu’s smile turns tight lipped, “Why don’t you go sit on the couch for a second and I’ll make you some food and tea. I’ll get this jokester out of your hair, alright?”
Foutu sighes, and drops her head, turning towards the living room. She nods at the gelert as she makes her way to the couch and carefully sits, pulling one of the blankets around her. It finally settles on her how tired she’s feeling, her adrenaline petering out.
“Woah what’d I say?” Jaqii asks Micaholu.
Micaholu smiles as he starts boiling some water, “Nothing dude, she’s just had a…. long day.”
Jaqii shruggs, glancing back at her.
“She did tell me to tell you that the sky is what’s up.” He snorts.
Jaqii smiles, “Hell yeah! At least she has a sense of humor! I mean a tripe joke, but something you only hear occasionally, ya know.”
There’s a pause, Micaholu looks at Jaqii, “How stoned are you right now?”
Jamie gives him a knowing look, “Pretty fucking stoned my dude.”
Micaholu smiles and high fives him, going back to his sandwich making, “Imma spark up later, probably with her if she wants some. Why don’t you go to bed and I’ll catch ya up with all this tomorrow. It’s getting late anyway.”
Jaqii nodds, “Sounds good dude. I was just about to sleep anyway but just wanted to see what was up.” He pauses and looks back at Foutu, “And keep it quiet tonight, huh?” he tells Micaholu with a wiggle of an eyebrow.
Micaholu drops the butter knife in his hand, his expression suddenly stone cold, “Yeah, no need to worry about that, alright?”
Jaqii gives him a weird look, “Uh, alright dude. It’s whatever.”
The lupe turns to him, “I’m serious. Don’t bring it up. Cool?”
The wooden gelert is slightly alarmed, “Cool dude, yeah cool. It’s fine- just joking.”
Micaholu turns back to the bread in front of him quietly with an odd expression.
“Good night dude! And uh….. how do you say ‘good night’ in french?” Jaqii asks as he looks back at Foutu.
“Bonne nuit,” Micaholu says without thinking.
“Oh cool,” Jaqii starts to walk back to his bedroom, “Bon new ee Foutu!”
Foutu looks up at him and smiles, “Bonne nuit, Jaqii”.
Judging from the blue light fading in the horizon and the beginnings of stars starting to pepper the sky, it had to be just past dinner. An odd time for a job. In most cases people remained discreet and certainly didn’t take her out for dinner. Dinner was for beautiful arm candy or wives- not for a quick fuck just around the corner.
The blumaroo started walking again, in what she figured was towards the main central of Neovia. She could never really tell with these giant mansions and spacious estates which way was which.
Once she finally started recognizing the streets, she walked at a more brisk pace. The simple fact she recognized the neighborhood would make most hold their neopoints closer to their chest. However something out of the corner of her eye halted her in the street.
In the shop window next to her she examined her appearance with a horrified expression. Her skin had a type of green pallor it never had before. Her eyes seemed much more glazed over and all together lacked color. Her skin seemed a little more loose and bloated in some places. And also- clear as day under the strap of her overalls was a large healed over gunshot wound, the size of a neocoin. The skin was pink with scar tissue and stood out against her newly green complexion.
Something was definitely not right.
She looked around at the street again, realizing that although she may recognize most of it, some of the shops although still holding their decrepit appearance, had changed.
There were still neopets wandering at this time of night (especially in this area), who had started giving her looks, so she quickly gathered herself and kept walking. Her eyes drifted from side to side as she pulled her arms around herself. Everything seemed the same, yet also different.
After a few blocks, more and more neopets crawled out of the woodwork as Neovia’s red district really started to come to life. Foutu kept her eyes firmly planted on her feet in front of her, trying to ignore the feelings of stares. She had always been out of place in the victorian aesthetic in town, and had always flaunted the difference. She had been confident enough in her style and physique to challenge any old time-y looking motherfucker who looked at her the wrong way. However now, she didn’t know what to do, she looked nothing like was used to.
Suddenly she bumped into something big and furry. Her eyes snapped up to meet neon green scleras surrounded by light orange fur. The lupe’s eyes widened in shock the moment she met his gaze.
“Pardon,” she muttered under her breath as she attempted to move past him. However a large paw gripped her shoulder tightly.
“Foutu?” The lupe asked in amazement.
She looked at him quizzically and pulled his claws off her shoulder.
His french was rusty, but followed her own vernacular pretty well, “Is it really you? Foutu?”
She gave him a once over, still standing her ground out of instinct. The lupe had to be in his early twenties, with an aura of life that was rare for these parts. He also barely fit in with his wrinkled plaid button up and ripped jeans. He was more than a full head taller than her, and could defiantly take her down in a second flat judging on his muscles, especially since she didn’t even know her own limitation at the moment.
Perhaps he was a customer of hers. It wasn’t a rare occurrence to see someone she’s fucked walking down the streets of Neovia, and it certainly wasn’t odd she didn’t recognize him, seeing as she didn’t even know what was going on with herself currently. It was just odd he would stop her. Most barely give her a second glance; no one wants to be seen recognizing a prostitute.
She give him a skeptical look, “Oui.”
The lupe however, is still full of surprises, as his lips spread into a wide, goofy, smile.
“I can’t believe it’s you- what? How?” He seemed speechless.
Now she was confused.
“Who are you? What do you mean?” She snapped harshly.
He paused, and looked her over again for a second, “Well fuck- this doesn’t seem good at all…” he muttered in English. He looked her in the eyes speaking in french, which was starting to get a little smoother, “You really don’t recognize me at all?”
His grin dimmed a little bit. And it clicked. A chill ran down Foutu’s spine. The orange messy fur and the carefree grin. His informal way of talking to her.
“Micaholu?” She asked in bewilderment.
His smile grew brilliantly, “You do recognize me! Well at least we got that out of the way! I mean this is definitely strange…”
Her breath started coming quicker, “What is happening? What’s going on? Micaholu- how…”
Micaholu put his paws on her shoulders, trying to calm her, “Foutu- Foutu, calm down. I… I have no idea whats going on but we’ll figure it out, alright?”
She sucked in a breath, “Alright.”
The entire time the lupe guided her back out of Neovia, she just trailed along in a state of shock. Not that the werelupe didn’t try for conversation, he did, she was just in no condition to respond. So he mostly ended up keeping the chatter alive for himself, while she vaguely listened on.
“-and you’re lucky I caught you after I went shopping,” he gestures to his full pack hanging off his shoulder, “I don’t know what I’d do. I probably wouldn’t take you into the shop with me, I’d probably have just whisked you back like I’m doing right now, without my groceries! And what would I’ve to offer you when we get back, hm? Some old coffee and the final dregs of my whiskey I have back there? Nah- now I’m all stocked up for ya. I was even able to rustle up some food- maybe make you a pizza sandwich? I don’t got the stuff to make an actual pizza, but I can whip up a pretty good substitute…”
He kept talking. Foutu just keep her eyes on him. He was so tall. His teeth had grown in pretty big, just like he kept on insisting they would. She couldn’t help but constantly be brought back to what she knew. Last she saw him he was a pup, barely up to her chest. He would go on like this, but about bigger things. Like escaping this rot infested town and making it big in Neopia Central, or a big heist he had planned that was above his normal pit pocket fair. And now he was talking about buying things, with actual money. And making her food. The last thing she remembers him eating was an old left over omelet she made that had been sitting in the pan for hours before he showed up in her home and ate it before she could throw it away.
Before she knew it, Foutu was at the base of a large tree in the haunted woods. She couldn’t remember how long they had been walking, but it was definitely dark now. She would usually never be caught dead in the haunted woods at this time of night. However, Micaholu seemed to know where he was going and what he was doing, so she couldn’t help but feel at ease.
Micaholu reached up to a branch she would never be able to reach, and pulled down a rope ladder that had been tucked away. She looked up it, seeing it reach towards a fairly large tree house.
He gestured towards the ladder, “My lady~” he insisted in a joking manner.
She eyed him, but took the first rung and started to climb, occasionally looking back at the lupe, who followed closely behind.
She pulled herself through the hatch and sat on the floor for a second, allowing the lupe to enter as well.
The treehouse may have looked large from the outside, but as a dwelling it seemed pretty small. There was enough room for a living area, kitchen, and maybe one bedroom. However off the side of the living room was a porch with a hammock swinging idly. The place itself was defiantly on the “lived in” side, with blankets bundled up on the couch and odd trinkets scattered here and there.
“I’m back!” Micaholu called in English, walking towards the kitchen.
Foutu followed him and asked with confusion, “Someone else lives here?”
Micaholu laughs putting away his groceries out of his pack, “Aw yeah- but it’s just Jaqii. Its kinda his place. I just happen to also live here ya know?”
Foutu did not know. This was all very foreign and she just stood in place uncomfortably.
“Ayyy what’s up dude? What’d ya get?” a voice called in english, before a gelert face, completely made of wood appeared in the kitchen door way, “Oh shit! What’s up?”
Foutu stared at him blankly, not understanding a single word.
“Oh, hey dude, yeah no, nothing much really, just our usual restock, ya know? And this is Foutu- this is kinda an impromptu thing. But hey, so she doesn’t speak English all right?” Micaholu told the Gelert in english.
He turned towards Foutu, “Sorry about that. I realize this is a lot. This is Jaqii.”
Foutu eyed the Gelert hesitantly. He was entirely made of wood, and just slightly taller than herself. He had long, well kept, blonde hair held back by a rainbow headband. He had the same kind of lively and goodhearted look in his eyes that Foutu remembers seeing in Micaholu’s the first time she laid eyes on him.
“Woah dude you speak different languages?” Jaqii laughed.
Micaholu waved him off, “Just french.”
“Thats awesome! Can you, like, translate for me?”
The lupe snorted, “Sure”.
“Can you ask her… like… I dunno, what’s up?”
Foutu was about to get tired of this nonsense when Micaholu looked at her with an easy grin and in french said, “I’m sorry this boy is such an idiot. But he wants me to ask you, ‘quoi de neuf’?”
The blumaroo stifles a laugh, “Jesus putain Christ, isn’t that a loaded question right now?” the werelupe gives her an apologetic smile, “Just say, the sky or something equally stupid. I can’t even process this right now.”
Micaholu’s smile turns tight lipped, “Why don’t you go sit on the couch for a second and I’ll make you some food and tea. I’ll get this jokester out of your hair, alright?”
Foutu sighes, and drops her head, turning towards the living room. She nods at the gelert as she makes her way to the couch and carefully sits, pulling one of the blankets around her. It finally settles on her how tired she’s feeling, her adrenaline petering out.
“Woah what’d I say?” Jaqii asks Micaholu.
Micaholu smiles as he starts boiling some water, “Nothing dude, she’s just had a…. long day.”
Jaqii shruggs, glancing back at her.
“She did tell me to tell you that the sky is what’s up.” He snorts.
Jaqii smiles, “Hell yeah! At least she has a sense of humor! I mean a tripe joke, but something you only hear occasionally, ya know.”
There’s a pause, Micaholu looks at Jaqii, “How stoned are you right now?”
Jamie gives him a knowing look, “Pretty fucking stoned my dude.”
Micaholu smiles and high fives him, going back to his sandwich making, “Imma spark up later, probably with her if she wants some. Why don’t you go to bed and I’ll catch ya up with all this tomorrow. It’s getting late anyway.”
Jaqii nodds, “Sounds good dude. I was just about to sleep anyway but just wanted to see what was up.” He pauses and looks back at Foutu, “And keep it quiet tonight, huh?” he tells Micaholu with a wiggle of an eyebrow.
Micaholu drops the butter knife in his hand, his expression suddenly stone cold, “Yeah, no need to worry about that, alright?”
Jaqii gives him a weird look, “Uh, alright dude. It’s whatever.”
The lupe turns to him, “I’m serious. Don’t bring it up. Cool?”
The wooden gelert is slightly alarmed, “Cool dude, yeah cool. It’s fine- just joking.”
Micaholu turns back to the bread in front of him quietly with an odd expression.
“Good night dude! And uh….. how do you say ‘good night’ in french?” Jaqii asks as he looks back at Foutu.
“Bonne nuit,” Micaholu says without thinking.
“Oh cool,” Jaqii starts to walk back to his bedroom, “Bon new ee Foutu!”
Foutu looks up at him and smiles, “Bonne nuit, Jaqii”.