Faust Ian Nequam

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 10:44:17, as a chat transcript.

(Well alright, lets just wing it! xD no logic just RP! ^^)

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 10:44:21, as a chat transcript.

(Will post...)

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 10:46:05, as a chat transcript.

(All!)

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 10:51:00, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam trotted aimlessly around the snow-blanketed garden, making his way through the thick mass of trees and brush with his small fluffy tail wagging behind him. His fur blended in perfectly with the snow, making him almost invincible as he dragged his feet, slowly sinking into a cold icy death. What was this under him; this white slush and those large things towering over it… ? The last thing Faust remembered was waking up in it, his life beginning at that very moment, unable to recollect anything before it. To make matters worse, he was a pup, a creature of the wild that humans paid little attention to – and he had come under the impression of that’s who he was. Little did he know that he was much… much more.

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 10:59:41, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam was quite flustered as he looked around, each direction mirroring the other which made it nearly impossible to find his way. Finding a bit of warmth and comfort against one of the many trees, he pressed up against the trunk and laid there motionless, his head resting on his paws and his eyes and ears fully alert. Unfortunately for him as he lounged there, commotion above caused the snow to be shaken from the trees and land on him, burying him. Howling and whimpering, he attempted to dig his way free…

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 11:05:10, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam growled softly as he heard something approaching, and immediately he began to panic, afraid that something or someone was after him. In response he started digging faster, pushing his head out of the thick layer of snow that rested itself on top of him – but that was as far as he got. Whining at his failures, he buried his nose in the slush, hoping for a miracle.

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 11:12:54, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam stretching its limbs out in another failed attempt, his head shook some of the snow off and faced the origins of the sound – a woman. Cocking his head cutely to the side, he stared for several seconds before sufficing another growl, warning the human to back away from him – still fearing that she was a threat. “Have to get out of here!” He barked, but little did he know that actual words were escaping his canine mouth.

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 11:22:28, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam glancing back over to the woman and the unusual creature next to her, he barked loudly, signaling them to leave, “Go away! I can do this on my own.” He said, yet again not realizing that they were understanding every word he spoke. Faust was stubborn, and he didn’t want to accept help from a damn soul, believing that he needed to prove something. Still squirming and moving around, making the situation even worse, he finally just gave up again, going limp.

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 11:32:45, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam worming his way out of the snow after the woman had dug her way in after him, he shook all the slush off of him and stared at her, “I couldn’t done it on my own!” He exclaimed before running up to her and jumping into her lap for warmth. The snow was terrifying, and no longer did he want to walk in it nor feel it in-between his toes. He wanted to be held, his fur not enough to keep him warm.

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 11:41:52, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam whimpering softly as she asked her question, he buried his head in her lap, trying to hide his face. “I don’t know…” He whispered softly, shutting his eyes and repeating her question in his mind, trying to figure out exactly what he was doing in the garden. For some reason he felt like he was missing something, that there was more… but what? “I miss my momma.” He huffed, wondering if that’s why he felt incomplete.

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 11:54:09, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam glancing at the all the incoming figures, he further dug into XXII, trying to hide himself because of fear and shyness, being nervous around so many people – especially because they were so much larger than him. “Momma.” He murmured softly, cuddling into XII and embracing all the warmth she offered.

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 12:00:45, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam peeking his head out at Ryu and the others, he cocked his head sideways again, almost questioning who they were… and what for that matter. All of this was still so strange to him, he not understanding any of it. Finally when Ryu mentioned service, a dark grin spread across his mouth, his fangs showing. “Do you have food?” He asked bluntly, his eyes lighting up.

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 12:05:52, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam jumping out of XXII’s warm grip, he pounced at the oversized bird, sinking his teeth into the creature’s stomach and getting blood everywhere as he ripped it to shreds. “Food…” Picking up a large piece, he walked it over to XXII and laid it at her feet, offering her it since she had been s good to him.

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 13:34:42, as a chat transcript.

(So what's going on here? Sorry I left by the way I have a fever =/)

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 13:37:17, as a chat transcript.

(Any blood?)

# Wing City Gardens (South), 2009-09-08 13:41:03, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam too overwhelmed with chewing on the bones of the turkey, he lurked behind a tree in silence, not really paying attention to the scene that had started to unfold further off in the garden. The moment fresh liquid mercury hit his nostrils, his throat became inflamed and he rose up from the ground, changing immediately by impulse. Flitting quickly, he appeared behind Pyrus, "I wouldn't be doing that if I were you..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-08 14:32:33, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam or Fin as he preferred lingered into the bar, his fingers curled up into fists as his yellow catlike eyes surveyed the bar, looking for an empty booth. The second he saw one, he rushed to it, taking a seat and letting his hands rest on the table, twitching nervously - his whole body actually was shaking if you looked close enough. Tapping his feet off the wood floor, he almost shrieked when a waitress dashed to his side, asking him what he wanted. "I'll just take some ice water... !" He snapped, hating the questioning look he got - come to a bar and get nothing but ice-cold water? "Well, let's go, what are you waiting for? Get out of my face and get me my damn water!"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-08 14:41:32, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam watching the waitress return and place the glass down on a coaster, he faked a smile, "Yeah, thanks, now if you expect a tip for a glass of water you best think again. Now buzz off." He growled, watching the woman grow wide-eyed and shocked as she turned around and left him be. Oh how Fin couldn't stand people, or at least at the moment; the last thing he remembered was waking up in the forest not remembering a thing, unable to recollect his life or even piece any of it together. He was terrified at the moment, and didn't know how to react towards anyone, so in response he just wanted to be left the hell alone.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-08 14:54:52, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam staring at the glass angrily, an azure blue colored energy flew from his fingers, striking the glass and causing it to break apart and disperse into the air, floating around in thousands of different particles. He was a bit confused as he stared at it, his face inching towards the particles in awe. "That's... interesting." He muttered, biting his lower-lip as he thought about experimenting some. The glass particles floating around him, it instantly flew towards the bar, hitting the shelves and sending several bottles shattering. Gasping, he instantly turned his back on everyone and glanced at the window, whistling innocently.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-08 15:22:28, as written by Maestro

Faust Ian Nequam staring out the window and watching the sunset, he growled to himself as he started questioning who he was, and how he came to be in the forest. He couldn't remember a thing, it all being so confusing and strange. Who was he... ?! Forming fists he slammed them down on the table and the same odd azure colored energy escaped and broke the table apart. "Oh shit!" Looking around he pulled his hands away and immediately the table was as good as new, the dissolved pieces all having come back together.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Maestro

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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