Scream Your Heart Out

[Spines]

Spines was… being Spines. A crash in the distance sounded before the striped hyena “nudged” the door to the kitchen open with his foot. He exited the kitchen, various pots and pans (most of them dirty) bunched in his arms, seemingly ignoring the protests of the dining staff behind him. Whilst going on his way, the items he clung to rattled and clanked, increasing in volume as he drew nearer to the little group. As he went along, he occasionally gave a quick shout of;

“One side lads. Move on along. Nothin’ t’ see mates.”

The hyena came to a stop just short of the others. Bright green eyes peered out from over the handle of a frying pan near the top of his pile. He snorted noisily through one nostril.

“Hey how’s it goin’?”

[Esmeralda]

Esmeralda shifted a bit to make room for her new lunch companions. She blew out a puff of hair at a loose violet feather that drifted past her face, and gave Jenn a half smile, "Maybe so, but lots of a people get bad feelings about us," she gestured vaguely at herself and the other gypsy rogues, "So I like to hold back on first impressions."

When Dobson trotted over she put down the plate within easy muzzle reach for the not-dog, "Knock yourself out, big guy. That's my favorite extra spicy blend, and there's plenty more where that came from if you like it."

A crash caused Esmeralda to turn towards the kitchen. Ah, yes, another one of the new colorful members. It was never dull with the Rogues, that's for sure. Esmeralda couldn't help but admire Spine's wild mane of hair. She had been meaning to ask Spine's how he got it to stand like that. She wanted to style a head dress like that.

"Spines, what are you doing with all that kitchenware?" Esmeralda called out to the hyena. She didn't sound accusing, quite the opposite. Her nose wasn't wrinkled in disgust or displeasure, but in utter amusement.

In the span of only about a minute Esmeralda had shifted from being alone in her spot by the pillar, to being accompanied by two girls; one an angel, a fabulous unicorn, a terrifying not-dog that gave the Cheshire cat a run for it's money, and a bipedal hyena with a shock of hair worthy of the feast of fools.

Yes, things were never dull.

And she loved it.

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His dark nose snuffled heavily at the curry his 'owner' placed down for him. Cropped ears tilted forward tentatively before he moved to chow down on the spicy blend of delicious he had been provided. His stubby tail wagged a mile per second as he consumed every little morsel that he could, it was gone in seconds. The plate licked clean before Dobson plopped down on his rump beside Esme. His appetite temporarily quelled. "Boy, that was some good-" He bleached, a small poof of fire leaving his mouth causing him to giggle like a little imp. "Fantastic curry." He growled contently.

The shuffle of kitchenware had him jar his head over to look at the racket. Brows knitted together as Spines strolled out of the kitchen with pots and pans, a mishmash of equipment intended for cooking. He couldn't help but idly wonder what the silly little mortal was doing with all of it.

He crinkled his muzzle, ready to ask but Esmeralda beat him to it and he fell silent. But only for a moment, his attention quickly on Bob and Taylor. Grinning wide again, freakishly wide. "Well, howdy, Unicorn~ And girl that follows pinkie here around."

[Taylor]

Taylor nodded slowly at Esmeralda’s response, watching as Dobson came to join them. The demon quickly lapped up what was left of the curry, and Bob recoiled at the small flame that had emerged from Dobson when he belched.

At the same time, the strange hyena known as Spines was walking out of the kitchen with an impressive pile of dirty dishes, his mane sticking up every which way. Both the girl and unicorn looked at each other with a raised brow, watching to see what his response would be to Esme’s question.

"Well, howdy, Unicorn~ And girl that follows pinkie here around."


Both Taylor and Bob turned their attention to Dobson and his all too wide smile.

“Taylor…that smile is way too creepy.” Bob mumbled. Taylor nudged him with her elbow, as a sign to keep his mouth shut. This was their teammate(unfortunately), and they had to deal with him, no matter how uncomfortable Bob was with demons.

“We have names. I’m Taylor, and this is Bob.” Taylor retorted.

[Spines]

Spines’ march came to a sudden halt, but the tower of cookware remained standing, even if it did sway dangerously. Jagged, rotten yellow and grey teeth became all the more visible as the striped hyena’s grin curled further up his face. Green and purple eyes briefly met each Rogue present. His gaze wasn’t threatening, but it was perhaps overly mischievous. Finally he focused in on Esmeralda, since she asked the question. As if to spit upon the near collapse moments before, he opened his arms and let everything drop to the floor with a great clatter. A pot lid spun like a big silver top for a few moments before petering out.

“Lookin’ for new instruments,” he said gruffly, although he didn’t mean to sound unfriendly; gruff was just the usual timbre of his voice.

He bent. When he rose again, he held a large wine glass that had miraculously avoided breaking upon meeting the ground. He lifted a clawed finger and began to run his pad around the rim of the glass, creating a shrill, resonate hum.

“Does it make sound when you touch it? Then I can play it.”

[Esmeralda]

For a demon that could rip her face off with hardly any effort, Dobson's wiggly butt when he wagged his stumpy tail was just precious. When he belched a spout of flame, though, as cartoonish as it was, it was a firm reminder of his more supernatural existence. She couldn't forget that. No matter how wiggly his butt got.

Esmeralda returned her focus to the wild and mischievous Spine. His jagged smile stretching wider was the only warning she got before-

CRASH TING CLANG SMASH BANG

Esmeralda winced ducking her head down in response to the awful din Spine's collection of kitchen supplies caused when it scattered across the floor. When Esmeralda straightened though, she had a smile on her lips and one brow arched. She was more amused than anything. Especially when Spines actually explained what he was doing.

"Instruments," Esmeralda repeated and then watched as Spines actually did make a wine glass 'sing'. She wasn't surprised. Esmeralda had seen almost every act imaginable. She'd seen musicians create entire ensembles for scavenged items. Sometimes it was all you could make do with when you were a poor gypsy that couldn't afford a proper instrument.

"I see," Esmeralda laughed then stood up dusting off her skirt, "You know you could have just asked for some. Or at least requested some help before just taking half the kitchen with you. No one would have minded. Well, maybe Castle, but that's besides the point. Let me help you pick this up."