Non-canon RPG in which Trina and Joe are out on a double date with Tasha and Hans. They go to a carnival that’s in town at the park and for fun go to a fortune teller’s booth. There, a she-kat known as Oracle seems to know an awful lot about them and their futures, futures which none are too keen on.
<Joseph_Forge> 4RPG START!
* Sagey is now known as Trina_Korat
<Joseph_Forge> ::we going to the park?:: <Tasha>::yes come Hans! we go!
<Joseph_Forge> ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::so we double dating at the park! Huzzaaaaaah. walkin’ with his sweetie and her bruddah and her brudda’s wifey::
<Trina_Korat> I’m telling you, for the last time, no force on FELINUS is getting me on that roller coaster.
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::maww I holding your hand!:: <joe>::grins:: I think wecan get her on there, don’t you Hans?
<Trina_Korat> No, you can’t. I’ll kick your tail before you do that.
<Hans_Lynx> ::wearing pair of khaki cargo pants, black t-shirt, black boots ‘n black belt. class ring on as usual and has that red watch Tasha gave ‘im year ago or so. likes that watch. doesn’t say “STEAL ME” like a rolex does -g-::
<Oracle> ::it’s a mostly quiet night, unless you are wandering around the large carvinal/Festival going on. There’s all sorts of games, random food and interesting clothing and jewelery vendors::
<Trina_Korat> ((<Watch> It says “DOOOOOOOOOM” @_@))
<Hans_Lynx> ::yes holding your hand!:: Oh I think we can. ::grins::
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Trina_Korat> ::is in jeans and a black tee with “MBI” on the back in white and black tennis shoes::
<Oracle> ::Is in a small velvety tent behind a Fun house. Has all the things inside her tent you would normally find in a Gypsy tent. Incense burning, crystal ball and all the nine yards XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL ::read that as “license burning”:: <Trina> I hate my picture I want a retake! Ugh I look like the undead. ::hands Oracle her driver’s license with bad photo::))
<Oracle> (( XDDD ))
<Trina_Korat> ((LOL!))
<Trina_Korat> ::beat: Hey, look over there. It’s one of those fortune teller tents.
<Joseph_Forge> ((ack! sorry! lost a contact!))
<Oracle> <Tent>::yes, I am non descript… <.< Unless you count the sign that says ‘Discover your Future! Speak to Oracle’ painted on it XD::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::chuckles:: tell me you don’t believe in that stuff…
<Trina_Korat> I don’t, but I find it rather amusing.
<Oracle> <Tent>::the faint smell of freesia and rose incense can be sensed outside the tent opening::
<Trina_Korat> C’mon. ::tugs Joe’s hand::
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::nickers:: Shall we? ::To Hans::
<Joseph_Forge> Awww you owe me!
<Trina_Korat> Anything but the roller coaster of doom.
<Joseph_Forge> awww darn!
<Hans_Lynx> She’s just wanting to stall in getting on that roller coaster, but let’s let her for now. ::smirks. walks with ‘em over there::
<Trina_Korat> ::razzes at Hans::
<Oracle> ::steps out of the tent. Is a she kat about Trina’s height, curvy wearing a peasant blouse with a black brocade waist cincher and a flowly slightly sparkly skirt and no shoes. her fur is a extremely pale white looking almost blue in the light. Her eyes are light green. (contd)::
<Oracle> ::also wearing a black bandanna tied at the back of her head, long silver and white hair going down her back. Watches as Hans and the others come towards her tent. A curious expression crosses her face::
<Trina_Korat> ::waves at Oracle:: Hey there.
<Joseph_Forge> ::going reluctantly. lol!::
<Oracle> Hello. ::smiles at them:: Have the four of you enjoyed your time here?
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::nods: so far. ::smiles::
<Oracle> ::smile stays:: Then I hope your experience here will keep with how your time has been so far. ::steps aside, gesturing they should come inside::
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::glances at the others:: we going guys?
<Trina_Korat> C’mon. It sounds like fun. ::goes inside::
<Oracle> ::smirks at this conversation taking place. She is watching Hans rather closely for some reason::
<Joseph_Forge> ::will go along with her! lol! going to his usual quiet self. XD:: <Tasha>:;snickers and goes in after Trina and joe!:
<Trina_Korat> ::sits!::
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes with Tasha, still has her hand in his yep yep!::
<Oracle> ::once they come inside and they sit at her table she sits across from them. A large crystal ball sits in the middle of the table. There’s a black crushed velvet table cloth, and none of the chairs even match, but they sure are comfy!::
<Hans_Lynx> ::sits and leggos of Tasha’s hand now. leans back some in his chair. smirking::
<Trina_Korat> ::does the same, sitting crosslegged::
<Oracle> ::watches the four of them. Her ears turned forward:: You have any questions you wish to know the answer to?
<Oracle> Ones you haven’t figured the answer out to yet?
<Hans_Lynx> I got one.
<Oracle> ::querks a brow,:: Yes, Hans?
<Oracle> :: XD::
<Hans_Lynx> How can we – ::blinks:: How’d you know my name? ::suspicious look::
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>:;quirks an eyebrow::
<Trina_Korat> ::blinks::
<Oracle> ::grins:: how do I know her name is Trina, ::gesturing to Trina:: And her husband, although quiet is named Joe and your… Eventual wife’s name is Tasha? Because I just simply Do.
<Joseph_Forge> ::blinking. don’t like people knowing that much about him. XD::
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha> whoa…
<Hans_Lynx> Meh… You must’ve overheard us. And rings are a clear sign of martial status.
<Trina_Korat> ::whoa… o.o::
<Hans_Lynx> ::skeptic he is! XD despite living in this city lol::
<Oracle> …. Oh? And who all knows of your ancestor’s bitterness to the Manx, Family Hans?
<Hans_Lynx> … history books. ::challenging grin::
<Trina_Korat> ::slooowly reaches over for Joe’s hand::
<Hans_Lynx> ::leaning forward now lol::
<Oracle> ::amused and definately showing it:: Then out with your question.
<Joseph_Forge> ::takes her hand in his, giving it a firm squeeze, just watching this oracle::
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::not liking this. lol!::
<Trina_Korat> ::okay, hon. We can go on the roller coaster of DOOM now. It’s less scary than this:: XD
<Hans_Lynx> Hmm… I’ve got a different one. Let’s test you out, lady. ::ponders:: How many kittens will Tasha and I have? ::surface thoughts may reveal Hans dreads having kittens, mainly because Tasha’s fam is prevelant in twins XD::
<Joseph_Forge> ::lol! we will have three if you need to know, Shady. a son and then a set of twins::
<Oracle> ::sits back in her chair, taps her nails along the table XD is that Joe and Trina? XD::
<Joseph_Forge> ((^no that should be Tasha. lol!)
<Oracle> ….. ::very amused grin:: Hans, you will always dread having kittens with your wife. But you will love your three kittens, although the twins may test your wifes’ ability to contend with your Absence.
<Hans_Lynx> ((Dang! <Joe> So much for the worry of not being able to have any! HAHAHAHAhahaha… ah hah… hah… waaaaaaaaah! ::sobs now dealing with three kittens at once! all the poo diapers and crying and teething!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIIES!:))
<Hans_Lynx> ((or Hans rather… LOL!))
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::blinkies more!:: whoa…whoa…wait….absense? huh?
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!!!))
<Oracle> Your husband will end up contending with a part of himself… of his family he may not like when that time in your relationship comes to pass. It will bring him out of your house and into a world he shouldn’t be.
<Hans_Lynx> Twi-twi-twins? ::eeeeek! then blinks at the absense part::
<Trina_Korat> ::blinking, too::
<Hans_Lynx> ::shakes his head:: No. No that won’t happen. I’ve broken ties with my family for good. ::frowns::
<Oracle> (( … I’m evil ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((XD you aaaaaare -g-))
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::frowning:: yes..he’s not going to have anything to do with them again.
<Trina_Korat> ::arches a brow, listening::
<Oracle> Don’t be so sure. The Red Lynx wasn’t appeased, and he will do what he needs to in order to seek his revenge. Even if it means taking a decendant’s body.
<Hans_Lynx> No kidding but… it is impossible for that to happen… <twice anyway… right?>
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha> he has to have a path into a body. We are ensuring that don’t happen.
<Hans_Lynx> <Fritz> ::future little Fritz that is, lol possible what if plot later was one of the two twin kits gets interested in his grandfather’s and forefather’s work >_>::
<Trina_Korat> ::blinks::
<Oracle> Then hope your work doesn’t fail.
<Hans_Lynx> ::is weirded out definately now. quiet XD skeptic now pondering… worried. lol HOW SHE KNOWZ DAT?! EEEK! -g- reaches out to hold Tasha’s hand::
<Oracle> ::takes out a cigar and snips off the mouth side of it with a cigar cutter. Then lights it with a match::
<Oracle> ::is a short stogie XD::
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::takes his hand:: It will.;;Firmly::
<Oracle> ::gives a almost creepy grin:: … And what about your kittens? Like…. ::looks to be in thought:: …. Little Fritz? Will you insure he doesn’t fall into the nasty bloodline? Or you think by then you would have bred it out?
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::growls now:: Do NOT bring any possible future family into this! our children will NOT be like the Red Lynx!
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes wide, squeezes Joe’s hand::
<Joseph_Forge> ::gives it a squeeze in return::
<Oracle> ::grin stays, lets smoke drift out of her mouth:: Your finacee opened the gates, Tasha. Do not snap at me for that.
<Hans_Lynx> They won’t. LEt’s move on to something else, lady. ::puts other hand on top of Tasha’s to calm her:: I’m tired of your guessing games.
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::starts to say something then hushes at hans’ touch. glaring at Oracle::
<Oracle> Then by all means, let my guessing games point to something else.
<Trina_Korat> ::is afraid to ask now. XD::
<Joseph_Forge> ::will just stay very very quiet….XD::
<Oracle> Or shall I just pick one of you at random? ::eyebrow querked again:: Or speak of what perhaps will happen with what you fight against? The NSA… the Katpones… or perhaps the Dark Kat family?
<Trina_Korat> ::freezes::
<Hans_Lynx> ::looks at them:: C’mon you two. It was your idea to come here, Trina. <Whoah… Is she the real deal?>
<Trina_Korat> Uh… well…
<Trina_Korat> Um… ::bites her lower lip, wondering about the kitt she and Joe almost couldn’t have. Will it be healthy? Will she still be able to? Is gripping Joe’s hand rather hard now. Will Joe go back to his ‘nip and hitman ways? Not that she thinks he will, but… ::
<Oracle> ::reads these surface thoughts and worries of Trina. Thinking, her own gifts spinning the information and propelling it towards the future::
<Joseph_Forge> ::be nice!::
<Oracle> Unlike your sister in law and her eventual husband, Trina. Your future is far more…grounded.
<Trina_Korat> ::blinks, snaps out of her thoughts:: Huh?
<Joseph_Forge> ::blinks, looking up more now::
<Hans_Lynx> ::curious look himself::
<Oracle> Your son, although his life will began on a prayer he will become strong and prove genetics are everything. He would bring forth much joy alongside pain.
<Oracle> (( ::is kicking her brain because she’s getting far too many awesome ideas with these and has to freekin’ choose which ones to use XD:: ))
<Trina_Korat> ((Pick one and toss it out. ;D))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Trina_Korat> <Son…?>
<Joseph_Forge> Joy along side pain? What do you mean? ::giving Trina’s hand a squeeze::
<Oracle> His life will end the same way it began. With a leap of faith and a prayer.
<Oracle> ::looking to be quiet. Almost doesn’t want to say the last part her gift has shown her::
<Joseph_Forge> Whats that mean?
<Hans_Lynx> ::frowning, listening::
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes wide::
<Oracle> ::looks at Joe:: How do you wish me to put it? That you will be the death of your son and wife? That you don’t realize what transpires until it is too late?
<Oracle> Your future is grounded, because your family will be six feet under, Trina.
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes narrow. Okay. Now she’s starting not to believe:: That’s a load of…
<Joseph_Forge> ::frowns now:: Why? What did I do?
<Oracle> ::watching him, and Trina:: You make one fatal mistake. You assume your son didn’t follow your foot steps… When in fact he does. Anger will cause bonds to snap.
<Trina_Korat> What foot steps?
<Joseph_Forge> ::knows what footsteps. doesn’t want to say::
<Oracle> Choose one, and you may figure it out.
<Oracle> ::also knows that Joe knows what she’s talking about. Thus her answer!::
<Trina_Korat> No. I want to know.
<Hans_Lynx> ::looking at Joe lol::
<Joseph_Forge> ::hangs his head now, staring at the floor::
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::Frowning at this::
<Oracle> ::deep thought, takes a puff from her cigar:: …. The very steps Joe is so ashamed of. Not the MBI ones, or the Nip addiction. But the *other* ones. Being loaned out to the highest bidder… Taking contracts to kill.
<Hans_Lynx> Hmmm…? ::laughs a bit now:: Oh boy are you fishing around now, lady.
<Trina_Korat> ::sucks in a small breath::
<Joseph_Forge> ::growling at her slightly, then gets up quickly:: excuse me. ::will head out of the tent.:: <Tasha>::Frowning still. knew about this but was sworn to secrecy!::
<Trina_Korat> What… are you talking about?
<Hans_Lynx> ::blinks, looks over at Joe now leaving, then to Trina and the Oracle::
<Oracle> Your quiet husband was a hitman once, Trina. And the son you have will take up those footsteps. That is what I am speaking of.
<Hans_Lynx> Joe…? ::looks to Tasha now, confused expression::
<Trina_Korat> ::growls:: He’s not gonna do that. ::stands up, heads on out after Joe::
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>:;bites at her lip::
<Joseph_Forge> ::lol! is outside a bit away, staring at the crowd though is internally seething::
<Oracle> ::laughs now, smoke seeping from her mouth::
<Hans_Lynx> ::pulls out some money, slaps it on the table and stands:: C’mon, we better go get them… ::glares back at the lady::
<Trina_Korat> ::walks up behind him, locks her arms around his waist::
<Trina_Korat> ::and buries her face into his back::
<Oracle> Oh yes, run along now. ::gives them a finger wave::
<Joseph_Forge> ::pats at her hand:: I know I shouldn’t listen to her lies and let them get to me…::lol! he the one lying now!::
<Oracle> (( <Shady> You’re mean! <Mun> ^^;;; ))
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha> yeah…::gets up and goes after Hans and the others!::
<Trina_Korat> Yet you did.
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Jenna>::comes over next:: Will Jasey-poo EVER love me EVER?!?! @____@ <Oracle> ::tries to read Jenna’s thoughts… brain hurts:: Ugh… shows over… ::stands wobbly:: leather pants… stinky parfume… ::drags self off in a daze:: ))
<Joseph_Forge> Yeah…No more fortune tellers.
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::)
<Oracle> (( ::dies:: ))
<Trina_Korat> I know. I… I’m sorry.
<Joseph_Forge> Its not your fault. You didn’t know what she’d say.
<Oracle> (( <Oracle> That’s okay. because my mun didn’t know what I was going to say either. ))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Hans_Lynx> You okay, Joe? :;as he ‘n Tasha reach him and Trina::
<Trina_Korat> I still drug us in there.
<Joseph_Forge> Yeah. I’m fine. Just didn’t like what she was saying. No sense in lying just to make a buck.
<Hans_Lynx> Yeah, crazy stories. Heck I can do that… oooh in the fuuuture you will consume a dozen hotdogs and get siiiiick… woooooo
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::snorks:: heh…yeah really.
<Trina_Korat> ::snorks!::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Oracle> DO YOU DOUBT ME?! ::blasts them all into the future!:: MOO HAW HAW HAW HAAAAAW-huack huack pitooey! ::rubs throat:: bleh… occursed hairballs… ))
<Oracle> (( ::Dead:: ))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEADDEAD!!!))
<Trina_Korat> You guys alright, too?
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha> heh..yeah. So glad those guys are fake. I’m not keen on having THAT many kits. ::Grins::
<Hans_Lynx> Much less naming one after my father. ::frowns now, puts hands in pockets::
<Joseph_Forge> Lets get out of here. I’ve suddenly lost my appetite for the park…
<Oracle> (( <oracle> SCORE My goal is complete! ::has chosen to seek revenge on the food vendors and those who are doing the carvinal!:: ))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!!!)0
<Trina_Korat> ::nods: Yeah.
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::heads on out with them. issa quiet::
<Joseph_Forge> ::will take Trina’s hand to go!:: <Tasha>::doing the same with Hans!::
<Hans_Lynx> ::takes Tasha’s hand, keeping his other in pocket::
<Trina_Korat> ::is drug! XD::
<Joseph_Forge> <Tsha>::heads out with them:: so uh…you guys wanna stop somewhere and eat? <Joe>::yes! I dragging you!::
<Joseph_Forge> ((^Tasha))
<Hans_Lynx> Don’t matter to me.
<Trina_Korat> Anything’s fine.
<Hans_Lynx> ::can’t help but worry about what she said… I mean how she knew about things…::
<Joseph_Forge> <Tasha>::nods:: What do you want guys?
<Oracle> (( <Hans> …. I want… to SEEK REVENGE FOR MY ANCESTOR RAWR! <joe> =___= ::whacks Hans with Trina’s purse:: <Hans> O.O <.< It was a joke! <Tasha> =___= You’re sleeping on the couch til the wedding. <Hans> =__________= ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIIES!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DEADDEAD::))
<Oracle> (( <Hans> What she got in there, a brick? <Trina> Maybe? I really don’t know……))
<Trina_Korat> ((<Trina> Bricks and rocks))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIES!:: <Joe> I dunno but I do know I avoid that purse at all costs now….))
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