Oh what a life...NOT! [Open.]

[Lucien Lachance]

Yoko’s day started out like any other. Wake up…eat…do this that and whatever, train some with his bow, sharpen and poison coat his arrows. Get a job or two from Vicente, pester a few others members in the Dark Brother Hood, by ignoring most of what anyone had to say. Yoko was the silent type, unless you ticked him off. So it also amused him to make others think he didn’t care about what they had to say. Half the time, half of the people there talked to much anyways. Occheva and Vicente were the only two he could actually carry a conversation with.

Later on about midday, Yoko received his new dark task from Vicente, and packed his things heading out into the world once more, what a walk…from the sanctuary all the way to Bravil to take care of some dark deed. The travil took him three days, going almost now stop, and thank Sithis the target was stationary!

During his travels to Bravil, the Wood Elf/Bosmer, ran into a few things, like…a few times he was chased by wolves looking to make a meal out of him, attacked my bandits for some gold, but he easily dealt with both wolves and bandits…but lastly he couldn’t deal with, was the rain. He had to rest in a mine where he was attacked by goblins!!!!

FINELY today he made to Bravil. Tired as a dog….

Yoko dragged himself along, leaning on the brick wall near one of the gates he took a deep breath then exhaled tiredly sleepy eyes, he rubbed then yawned. His bow and arrows, along with his poison and short sword were strapped to his back covered by a cloth, and he wore just a simple black robe, a little faded, and hood pushed down. “Lucian is going to pay for sending me way out here.” he sighed.

Finely he walked on though the town and looked about. “Now…what did my target look like again?” he asked with a huff. He walked onward, still looking about for his target. Also thinking if his target had moved from this area…who he’s most likely go back home and murder........

"I hate my life..." Yoko groaned.

[OOC:Kind of a post off another post, but though it would be a okay board too. ^^;]

[Lordess Nerevar]

An unconscious M'aiq stirred after a deep slumber. Before even opening his eyes, he knew exactly where he was. Only the Skooma Den in Bravil had the musty, sugary stench that he'd grown to tolerate well enough. His feline eyes flicked open, and he blinked a few times to adjust his vision to the bleak light. A few beams of late afternoon light sifted through the cracked boards of the poorly built Skooma Den.

M'aiq let out a very audible groan as he lifted himself off of the wooden bench he'd passed out on. The Nine only knows how long ago that was. It wasn't like M'aiq had anywhere to be anyway. The Khajiit sat for a moment, staring down at the wooden floor beneath his sandals. The entire den was quiet. Taking a brief look around the drug shack, M'aiq saw no other souls. It must've been, oh, maybe 3 or 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Those sugar tooth types were probably passed out at their homes. The silence in the den was broken by the constrained rumbling of M'aiq's stomach. He was hungry.

His yellowy eyes scanned the den once again, this time looking for any trace of food or even spare septims that he could find. However, there was nothing to be found in such a dump but empty bottles. M'aiq would have to go steal something from a vendor. The Khajiit groaned at the thought. He loved stealing, but stealing was such work sometimes. He'd have to get up, walk across the town, wait until the seller wasn't looking, then swipe a few things up. Ugh, thought M'aiq in disgust, the things a Khajiit must do for food.

Finally, heaving yet another drawn out groan, M'aiq rose from the bench, his back cracking and popping in a few places. He growled under his breath as he bent over to pick up his precious Colovian fur helm. He placed it neatly atop his head before exiting the den. He opened the door and was set aback by the bright light of day. He winced against the strong, golden rays that fell over the drab town of Bravil. He cursed the Nine under his breath as he headed out into the streets, rubbing his pained eyes.

While nursing his sensitive oculars, M'aiq roughly bumped into someone. M'aiq let out a grunt of surprise. Opening his eyes, he discovered that he'd run into a Bosmer. He instinctively curled his lip in disgust as he peered down at the short creature. Bosmer were not his favorite people, but seeing as how M'aiq still smelled rather strongly of Skooma, M'aiq decided to be civil for the sake of not getting ratted out to the Legion by the wood elf.

"Uh...sorry about that, little...elf," said M'aiq awkwardly as he attempted to hide his disdain.

[Lucien Lachance]

Yoko was walking along, just fine them “Umf!” he blinked and stepped back blinking. Looking up at the Cat and sighed eyes narrowing in a more disgusted way then annoyed. Most likely this cat’s smell. He sighed, trying hard to resist rolling his eyes when the male growled. But then that key moment came…..


Yoko’s brow suddenly twitched as he froze turning back toward him, rage full eyes. Fists balled up, shoulders back. “What…the he** did you say!?” he spat. “you call….me!? I DARE YOU TO SAY IT AGAIN!” he spat. “I’m NOT short and regardless what you think, I’m no LITTLE freaking wood elf that dances around throwing flowers and singing all day long, and I cant even talk to animals, you STINKY hairball!”

[Lordess Nerevar]

So this is what M'aiq gets for attempting to be polite, thought M'aiq bitterly.

The Khajiit blinked as he stared down at the excitable, little elf. He was immediately taking some kind of a defensive stance...or possibly offensive. However, M'aiq could hardly see the point of the Bosmer becoming offensive, being so small and unintimidating as he was. By Dagoth, he could take that little guy home for a pet if he so chose. M'aiq had always wanted a pet. A small, devilish grin played at the corner of M'aiq's Khajiiti mouth as he toyed with the thought of having a pet Bosmer.

Looking at how much energy and anger this one had, he realized that probably wasn't a good idea. The Bosmer might get off its leash one day and then end up biting a child, and then M'aiq would have to have the Bosmer put down. That'd be so cruel, so very cruel...in a kind of funny way. M'aiq's little grin grew wider at thought. Additionally, M'aiq took no pleasure in the thought of attempting to house train a Bosmer.

His gaze once again focused on the little creature before him. The Bosmer was now yelling something awful, daring him to do this and that. M'aiq heaved an audible sigh, showing both how unimpressed and unentertained he was by the tirade. He wasn't completely sure what the Bosmer was talking about actually. The topic was suddenly about little wood elves dancing around with flowers and singing...or something? This led M'aiq's mind off onto another vivid fantasy.

He pictured little Bosmer running about a forest, tripping over sticks. Here, he couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. His grin grew to a wide, toothy smile, showing his sharp feline teeth. By the Nine, Bosmer were aggravating beasts, but even just imagining them getting hurt brought M'aiq such joy. The words "stinky hairball" brought M'aiq back to reality once again. He was almost thoroughly annoyed by that. M'aiq was just trying to have a nice fantasy, and this Bosmer was interrupting him.

"Okay, first of all," said M'aiq, lifting a finger, "M'aiq will have you know that the Khajiit is a hairball that smells of stoneflowers and heather--not stink, especially not Bosmer underside-of-a-tree-trunk stink." Here, he paused to give a good, hard glance at the Bosmer. After a moment, he then continued, "And since you dared the Khajiit to, M'aiq thinks you are a little elf indeed, but look on the bright side, at least you aren't an Argonian."

He then smiled contentedly as he very complacently slipped his hands into his robe's outer pockets, just waiting for whatever furious tantrum the Bosmer would throw next. Even if the Nine forbade such thoughts, M'aiq couldn't help but glean pleasure from lesser races' anger.

[Lucien Lachance]

Yoko looked ticked itching to scratch a itch he had, one that meant reaching back and shoving a arrow up this cat’s butt!…sadly there were to many guards around to do so! His eyes twitched. SO wanting to send this cat to the void! He stopped and stood tall and poked him in the chest! “I’m not little, and so help me if you want to finish this like a man let at it!” he hissed. “I could out wit you, I can move faster, and I don’t have to lick my butt!” he hissed and jumped back. “BAH I’m threw here….your not even worth my time!”

[Lordess Nerevar]

M'aiq kept on grinning. Boy was that elf mad. The Khajiit was so amused by this that he could hardly find himself getting even the slightest bit upset at anything the Bosmer said. Suddenly though, the elf was touching M'aiq. The little thing was trying to look big as he poked M'aiq right in his chest. The Khajiit lowered his ears, now starting to get annoyed. The Nine only knew where those hands of that elf's had been.

"No," replied the Khajiit, "M'aiq is sure you do not have to lick your butt, but you can lick M'aiq's for all the Khajiit cares. Feh, rude little elf. Just--"

M'aiq was suddenly distracted by something shiny in the corner of his eye. He paused mid-sentence to have a look. Out in front of The Archer's Paradox weaponry shop there was a set of beautiful calipers atop one of the barrels. The Khajiit could feel his left hand twitching in excitement. They were just sitting there out in the open...just waiting to be stolen by him. He had to have them; he just had to. First, however, he needed to rid himself of the Bosmer.

To accomplish this, M'aiq did the first thing that came to his mind. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and threw his arm forward as if he were throwing something--though his hand was completely empty.

In addition to this gesture, M'aiq yelled excitedly, "Fetch, boy! Go get it!" M'aiq then waited hopefully for the Bosmer to run after the imaginary object.

[Lucien Lachance]

In the name of Sithis Yoko prayed this guy was his next mark, oh how he’d enjoy seeing the cat bleed to death as Yoko sent him to the void, but as soon as the cat pretended to throw something, Yoko snapped back around ad glared at him. “WHY DON’T YOU!” he hissed throwing something out of his pocket! And conked the cat right between the eyes, at first Yoko wasn’t even sure what he threw at the cat, but his eyes narrowed as it turned out to be a poisoned apple, he’d got back ‘home’….oh well, maybe the cat was hungry?

[Lordess Nerevar]

M'aiq was somewhat disappointed that his attempt to distract the Bosmer hadn't worked out as he originally planned. Admittedly, it had been a pretty far-fetched idea to begin with anyway, so he didn't necessarily think it'd actually work. It was worth a try though.

However, the attempt did result in further infuriating the little mer. M'aiq found great pleasure in this until he found himself being pelted at with a piece of fruit. Before he could even react, the thing flew up to his face and bounced right off the spot between his eyes. He furrowed his brows as the fruit fell between his two feet. The Khajiit blinked once, staring intently at the Bosmer. A fixed look of disapproval was etched into his furry face. His eyes then dropped down to the apple below him.

It was a very shiny, red apple. It certainly looked like it would be delicious to eat. The thought of M'aiq partaking in something so juicy, so delicious, so free of charge played in his mind. These thoughts were accompanied by the low rumbling of his belly. He blinked as he looked down at the apple. Then he remembered where the apple had come from--the Bosmer. He cringed. It had been touched by a Bosmer. Ugh, groaned M'aiq internally. Never would there be a day when M'aiq would be so desperate for food that he would eat something that a Bosmer touched--the Nine forbid.

As he looked up, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. An Orc was standing nearby talking to a High Elf about something M'aiq didn't care about. In the Orc's back pocket was a rolled up Black Courier newspaper. The Khajiit took a quiet step towards the Orc, who was much too distracted with his current conversation to notice M'aiq. He used his natural, Khajiiti thieving abilities to swiftly slip the rolled up paper from the Orc's back pocket.

M'aiq slid back over to the Bosmer and gave him a good whack on the top of his head, yelling, "Bad Bosmer! No! We don't throw food at Khajiit! Agh, Bosmer these days..."

[Lucien Lachance]

Yoko glared at the Cat, rage practically raging in a flame off of him. Clrealy he was ticked, soon thinking of all the ideas he could DO to this cat he was suddenly smacked in the forehead by….a newspaper?! “WHAT THE FREAK IS WRING WITH YOU!!?” he shouted snatching the paper, ready to shove that paper were the good ol’ sun don’t shine. When he paused and a small smile grew on his face, until it turned into a half insane grin. It would be so worth going to jail…to kill this cat off. He thought to himself then closed his eyes shaking his head. Poor pathetic beast man…didn’t Sithis ever teach him any manners?

After a moment of nothing. Yoko took a deep breath. And trying to resist the urge to tackle the Cat to the ground, and spit in his ear or something wild, and well….unlike Yoko, he sighed and shook his head again. “riffraff like you don’t deserve my time.” he stated and turned away. Wadding up the newsletter and taking a deep breath then with all his might threw it at the back of the Orc’s head! Then dodged to the side out of the way before seen. When the Orc turned around Yoko was calmly leaning on a wall, the Orc asked who did it, and well…lets say Yoko’s ‘cat friend’ wasn’t on the nice list. Yoko blinked a few times then pointed to the cat. “Think he did sir.” he shrugged all innocently. Also was so thrilling no one else was around as witness.

[Lordess Nerevar]

The Bosmer most certainly didn't respond well to being hit with a newspaper. Well, thought M'aiq, that's what happens when Bosmer misbehave. Then, he took the newspaper from M'aiq's hand. Uh oh, the Khajiit thought with slight concern. This Bosmer was being such a miscreant. He heaved an annoyed sigh. M'aiq was a Khajiit of much patience usually, but he was hungry; this Bosmer wasn't helping anything by throwing food at him and throwing tantrums in the street.

The Bosmer finally calmed down. M'aiq's ears lowered as he heaved yet another sigh, a relieved one this time. He wasn't sure how much more of the little elf's yelling he could have withstood. M'aiq watched as the Bosmer walked away. He then started wadding up the newspaper that he'd taken from M'aiq, who perked his feline brow out of curiosity. He wasn't too sure about what the Bosmer had in mind. M'aiq could've just taken his leave there, but his trust in the fellow was about, oh, wood elf high.

M'aiq averted his eyes to the side as he smiled at the joke he'd made in his head. He let out a small snicker. He had to write that one down later. However, that meant stealing some ink from somewhere and a pen as well. Then he'd have to write it down. By the Nine, he really hated writing.

When he finally drifted out of his train of thought, his yellowy eyes flicked back towards the Bosmer who was leaning against a wall and pointing straight at him. His attention was on someone else. M'aiq turned his head to see a very angry Orc yelling at him about throwing a wad of paper at him. M'aiq's ears flattened in aggravation. He said a small prayer in his head, Akatosh, M'aiq knows he hasn't always been a good Khajiit, but you know he's come around. Please, please, please make that Bosmer go to Oblivion. M'aiq will...stop drinking Skooma or possibly stop tripping Argonian children. That's a "possibly" though, Akatosh, "possibly."

The Orc was still yelling. He was holding up the crumpled mess of paper in between two of his meaty, green fingertips. They were dirty, too. M'aiq refrained from grimacing at the creature. Orcs were a generally tolerable race for M'aiq, but he hated dirty, angry Orcs. They were hard to deal with seeing as how they always seemed to be looking for a fight, and it was no secret that M'aiq wasn't the fighting type. Luckily for him, the Khajiit was a clever beast.

"Hey now," said M'aiq in a soft tone, putting on a great look of injured innocence. "Orc, friend, from one minority to another, do you really think the Khajiit would do such a thing? M'aiq is so tired of all this--this awful racism in this province, you know? M'aiq knows that you know this too, Orc. These Imperials and these elves just blame us all for their problems. Whaddya say, sera?"

The Orc lifted his brow, putting on a skeptic face. He looked hard at M'aiq before shifting his glance to the Bosmer. He did look slightly guilty, but he wasn't sure he was going to believe the words of a Khajiit. He waited for what the Bosmer had to say about this situation. He would find out who threw the paper and make him pay, no doubt about that.

[Lucien Lachance]

Yoko rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. “racism…my foot.” he mumbled under his breath, he never had any problems with other races until they acted like that. He took a deep breath then gave a silent wave to the two. “cya later.” he stated. “I got to get home.” he stated with a nod calmly. He did, he nodded to get back ‘home’ and talk to Vicente, about some dark tasks.

He started to head back down the road a little ways. “what a stupid waste of my time.” he sighed. “why there kind always so annoying.” he scratched his neck. “think he gave me fleas.” he smirked lightly
[sorry so short i have writers block x.x]