{PRIVATE} The Lycan Universe roleplay

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Okay, Lycans are an original idea of Dragon's, so, yeah. All info on Character Sheet!

Tristan sighed heavily as he wheeled himself inside of the local bar...the one where all this crap began. Muttering several curse words under his breath, he made his way to the table, pulling out some money and tossing it onto the table before unhooking the latch on his guitar case (which was held on with bubblegum) and quietly slipped the instrument out before tuning and swiftly beginning to play. He looked up with a start as he noticed a stout waiter looking at him curiously. What do you want? I'm not poisonous...Ugh, just get me a six pack of Budweiser, he snarled, dropping his gaze back to the guitar before shaking himself off, straightening his leather jacket and Beatles tee with the single motion.

Tristan growled, looking at her as he wheeled himself forwards, making a weak attempt to snatch the weapon from her. Seriously, you don't want to mess with that thing. You're not looking at bullets from the end of that, you're looking at electrical pulses far more dangerous than five tazers put together, he said hoarsely, raising a brow. Was she just trying to get on his nerves? Oh well...quite a dangerous way to do it....

Tristan frowned at her, sighing as he lowered his hands and slumped over, looking at her with a I'm a good boy...I didn't do anything wrong... like the one dogs give you after they pee all over your carpet. Just warning you, keep throwing that thing around and it'll go off on you, I don't have the safety on...he muttered hoarsely.

Stop! Robyn, troubled, stepped between the two and leveled a glare at each before turning back to Tristan and shaking her head. Sit, stay, good dog...s.

Tristan smirked at him, raising a brow as he grabbed the gun once more. Yeah, have fun trying to do that, pup, he said shortly as he spun the gun until the barrel was facing the man, his face imprinted with a deceptively calm smile.

Regin looked back and forth between the fighting couple, rubbing his nose where Tristan had hit him. [color=white]why am i here? Why am I here? (no really why? xD) Because I'm here to kill you, you ignorant little lame dog!

Tristan snarled, raising a brow at her comment. Are you implying something? I've probably got more mental capacity than you, he snapped back at her, his voice a combination of anxiety and annoyance.

Robyn growled quietly at him, I'm my own person in a free country, and I'll do whatever I want, you idiotic gullible fool.

[oclor=cyan]Tristan frowned, growling quietly at her before making his way back to her, again situating himself in front of her so as to prevent the attacker from getting at her.[/color] I told you already, don't move, don't do anything, he hissed. However, though his voice was quite harsh, there was a quite noticeable hint of anxious concern hidden in it.

Robyn blanched and backed away even more, or tried to, forgetting that she was already against the door, before sighting a candlestick (Silver moment lol) and picking it up, tossing it at the lupine attacker. Out!

Tristan growled and dropped the weapon before punching the opponent hard in the nose before looking back at his wrist to gauge the damage, wincing as a shock of pain ran up his wrist. You still haven't answered my question, why are you here? he managed to rasp, looking with an odd calm in his emerald green eyes.

Tristan snarled as he turned around, looking over at Robyn then back to Regin. Don't you dare leave, got it? he snarled at her, making sure he could be heard clearly. Afterwards, he quietly slipped out his LWI-AR-B2 once more just to be sure that he could easily control the situation, again spinning it calmly in his hands as he awaited a move from either Regin or Robyn.

Tristan nodded, spinning the gun around casually before replacing it into its slot beneath the armrest. Well then, Regin, exactly what are you doing breaking into my house? he said shortly, obviously unconcerned about the fact that this guy was baring fangs and threatening bodily harm to him.

Tristan sighed, going after the culprit after motioning for Robyn to stay still. He smiled calmly as he reached the kitchen, raising a brow at the obviously confused Lycan. So, who exactly are you? he asked calmly as if he were talking to a good friend...or better yet...someone who hadn't just cause at least five hundred *tics of damage to skylights he didn't even remember he had.

*A Note For Holli: Not sure if you got that part, tics are the worldwide currency of Dragon's futuristic universe.

Tristan growled once more, raising a brow at her before he blocked her off, still glaring. I don't think you're quite ready to leave, Robyn, he snarled, emphasizing the word as if it were poisonous. I'm not letting you out until you at least apologize, got it? You can do that or you can just leave...but under this condition you never come back, you choose.