Posts by ( TIRESIAS )

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias nodded at Sola's announcements. "Noted. And 'grats." For once, he didn't have anything smart-alecky to say. The maned wolf curled his tail around his paws and was silent.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]nooo </3
may was awesome and I'm gonna miss her!! :^(((

@roman- dude yes please!! i actually wanted to pm you about a temp romance plot between Mel and Tire, to see how a relationship went?? and also because they had a similar thing happen to them (all their family members have disappeared/died, and it's kind of left them empty- though Tiresias covers it with more bravado than Mel does [she just covers it with coldness] and never mentions it because a dude like him has got to act macho and god forbid he has to talk about his fEELINGS))

@pen- either works!

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]omf
ships with tiresias?

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Those that thought that the little drinking party was loud and racous hadn't seen nothin' yet!

The bar doors burst open and Tiresias walked in, singing an Roddy McCorley (an old patriotic Irish song), in a loud, slightly slurred, but otherwise quite melodic singing voice not unlike John Lennon, if John Lennon had a Dublin accent and was drunk. This bar wasn't the only one the young man had been in; he'd already crashed about three others, drinking and singing and then getting kicked out after he caused too much of a ruckus. This was bar número four, and boy was Tire still going strong. Once he reached the last verse he paused, and then started singing even louder than Roddy McCorley: "Ayy, there's no oth'r party like a drinking party 'cos a drinkin' party don't stop, don't stop!"

He was a rather handsome man of 22, lean and strong and slimly muscled. His eyes were a greeny-gold, his hair a glossy dark brown that hung over his forehead and eyes, skin pale and face and shoulders slightly freckled. Tiresias stumped about to the bartop and sidled in next to Melantha, rapping his knuckles on the worn wood for a Guinness as he did so. Sliding some coins into the bar, Tiresias turned to his friend and said, "Hey, love. How's it goin', Mel? Whatch'a drinkin'?"

At the mention of a drinking game, Tire stood up so fast he almost knocked his glass of booze onto the ground, and for a second he scrabbled to catch his drink before setting it back on the bar. "Shit! Holy shit yes fxck yes! Count me in, baby!"

/sorry for any typos! this was done on mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]whoa holy shxt i like go to bed and then wake up and there are three more pages on this thread??!! haha wow yo imma have to step up my posting game

also princess bride is da bomb
sherrie, yOU HAVE TO SEE IT
just go on one of those shady-ass websites like megashare or putlocker n'd you can view it for free!!

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias padded over, grinning lopsidedly at his brother. "Well, 'Lare, you sure are an original thinker. Hot damn, I'm not sure what the fxck we're supposed to do w'it, but we'll figure it out, eh? Maybe we'll 'ave a barbecue. Yu-u-um." He licked his lips in anticipation, the wolfish smirk never leaving his face.

The maned wolf stopped when he reached Ululare, towering over him slightly on his skinny-ass stilt legs. Tiresias was tall, yeah, but he was stick-thin. Like a willow tree. So much for his buff days as a warmaster ocelot, he supposed. "Anyway, what's cookin', good lookin'? How's the Insignia fairin' for ye?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]pOLLRESIAS
HOW DID I FORGET OMG

@roman- yeah, that works just fine!! just be warned, tiresias flirts with people he likes a TON, (but you've probably seen that already haha), but light and casual sounds great for them!!

@bushel- omg no your rp skills are amazing, believe me!! they're way better than mine!!
and so what i think is gonna happen is tiresias and mel are gonna sort of have crushes on each other for a little bit?? but if that doesn't work out, then we can try something with tire and fauna!! (she sounds a bit like his former mate, kila, so they'd probably click right away!!) i hope you don't mind! we can still pm about possible romance plots, though, if you have any!

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Whoa, what? A whole bunch of things just happened and Tiresias was kind of not sure how he would react, drunk as he was. One moment, he was saying to Mel, "Well, screw it, let's drink to that shit," and clinking his glass against the deputy's, (hands shaking, he noticed his hand-eye coordination had gone to shit, and the black guinness slopped about inside the bottle like its own mini tsunami), the next, Melantha was tossing her shirt off.

He meant, yeah, she wasn't bad-lookin' with no shirt on, but this was Mel. There were probably a dozen other people in this bar, Tiresias included, who would've voluntarily taken their shirts off before Melantha did. Fighting the urge to drunkenly wolf-whistle, Tire instead tried to avert his gaze to the ceiling, leaned back too far, and somehow ended up on the floor, barstool clattering down beside him. "What the fxxxxxxxxxck?" He asked the too-bright lights. Dammit. He was going to have a hell of a hangover tomorrow if this party was just starting and he was already too drunk to function.

Pushing himself to his feet, Tiresias wagged a finger at Sean and grinned. "Why go thru' alla tha' trouble t'kiss the barrie? Brothah, I may nawt look 't, but I'm 'n old guy. You could'a kissed me, hahahaha." Tiresias giggled drunkenly a bit, and then stopped as his torpid thoughts suddenly formed something worthwhile. "FXCK, FXCK, FXCKKITY FXCK!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. To some, it probably appeared like he was losing it, but in reality he was just trying to see how many articles of clothing Mel was willing to sacrifice.

Man, he was drunk.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Oh, he was back.

And look what he came back to. His friends, his family, the people that he cared about that were still alive... they were tearing each other apart.

"And what the everloving fuck is going in here?" The maned wolf, battle scarred, battered, thin to the point of malnourishment, curled his lips back in a sssnarl and felt it bubble up from deep in his chest, hanging in the still, still air. A warning. Both parties here, they'd done fucked up, and Tiresias now felt the want- no, the need- to get involved.

He really needed another dead family member like he needed a hole in his head.

"Russ, Poll, what the fuckin' hell?" A beat, then he continued, turning to the snow leopard deputy: "Kaiser's an asshole, and a douchebag, and a bitchsquealer, I know. And he doesn't know when to shut his goddamn mealy mouth, and he fucks too many chicks, and he picks too many fights that he doesn't have the guts to finish. But he's my brother, probably the only one left, and I, decidedly, like him better alive." Dick did need to be taught a lesson though. Tiresias was rebellious and snarky and old and didn't play nice when he was mad, but he knew when to shut up. He wasn't sure Kaiser did, and that was troubling.

"And you!" Tire whirled on the timber wolf, anger intensified by Kai's giggly comment, "Have you lost your fuckin' MIND? Who the hell do you think you are? You don't just waltz in and pick a fight because you can!" The contradictory nature of that last bit was not lost on the ex-deputy, but fuck it. Tiresias was trying to make a point here, not overanalyze his own life choices. They were a hell of a lot better than Kaiser's, anyway.
"I think you forget! You ain't the king here anymore, bitch! You have no power here- Pollux does! And you better be kissin' the ground, thanking Mel and Abathur for saving you, cause I sure as hell wouldn't!"

The awful part was, it was kind of true. Tiresias was Kaiser's adopted brother, sure, but big bro believed more in the spirit of 'figure it out yourself' than anything else. Kaiser was on his own for this one.

"Well, welcome the fuck home to me, I guess."

[hr]

OOC; ayyyy, shitty reunion post in the middle of the night!
anyway, yep, this ol' bastard's back again. i was checking the bloodclan board, saw this, and couldn't resist lmao
tire's personality's gonna be slightly different this time around (i'm gonna try to rp him more like morpheus did- sarcastic, snarky, a bit meaner, too, with thick skin) so if he acts differently now then that's why. and he's a maned wolf again, because fuck it.

also kai
why buddy
why u do dis

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"Ayyy, Cesar, my man," Tiresias grinned wryly, picking himself off of the dusty earth and trotting over to his bro, Pollux, Cesar. Man, everyone was coming back, weren't they? "How's it been, bitch? So glad you're back!"

The maned wolf stood close to Kaiser and Poll, copper eyes flicking around to everyone gathered there.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias padded over, hooded copper gaze flicking around, long legs taking loping strides. The maned wolf, paused, torn a moment over the seating arrangement; would he sit with Pollux and Mel, or with Kaiser, or by himself, with no one? After a beat of indecisiveness, the ex-warmaster made his way to the timber wolf and sat, bright orange tail contrasting sharply against the muted colors of the earth.

"Hey, Kai, 'sup?" Tire greeted his friend in the awkward space in-between announcements.