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[mnt_raph]

Down at one end of Bar sits a stocky bald guy in dark forest green Ren-Faire'esque garb. He's hunched over his tankard as if someone might at any moment try and take it from him. Which would be collassally stupid on the part of the someone. Not only does the overall build of the guy clearly state that he can handle himself in a fight, but the sheer number of scars that grace the exposed areas of skin loudly proclaims that he's had more than his fair chances prove it. And if that wasn't enough to keep any and all brew theives away, there's always the Milliways Security badge hanging on a ball chain around his neck.

See Raph brood.
Brood, Raph. Brood.

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[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Yew awlright thar, mister?"

Wilbur to the rescue. Oh, dear . . .

[mnt_raph]

"Yup."

Says Raph, without turning to look at who's talking.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

"Yew sure? Yew look upset."

[mnt_raph]

He sighs and rolls his eyes.

"I ain't upset. I'm just lookin' for a little quiet time. That a problem, bud....."

Guess at which point in that previous sentence Raph turned around and actually looked at the guy he's talking too.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Too easy.

"Sorry--didn't mean ter startle yew!" He grins good-naturedly. "Wilbur Whateley, et yer service."

A tentacle slithers out from under Wilbur's trenchcoat and gives Raph a 'buck up' sort of poke.

[mnt_raph]

Raph continues to stare.

Eventually his slackjaw manages to utter an emphatic great googly moogly.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur laughs. "Wal, yer nawt en a funk anymore, sew thet's en improvement!"

[mnt_raph]

"Yeah...if you say so...."

He's still looking up at the NINE FEET OF TALL standing in front of him.
Raph's fought bigger opponents before, but never have any of them just come over to see how he was feeling.

[weirdwilbur.livejournal.com]

Then he hasn't noticed the tentacle yet?

"An' yer name es?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate came back in from practice, quiver and bow slung on her back. The outfit got some eyeing and recognition. Well, when you're involved with one of Robin Hood's men, you pick up things like that. Nobody she knew, though maybe there was yet another version of Will's world floating somewhere in the multiverse.
The badge was likewise interesting though she only knew a few from the team like Marian mostly.

She came closer, since if he didn't want to be disturbed, she'll back off right away.

"This a private party, or can anyone be invited?" Small friendly smile from the young woman as she asked.

[mnt_raph]

Her voice jars him out of his most recent replay of the events of the last few days.

"Huh...what?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Want some company?"

[mnt_raph]

Raph shrugs.

"I ain't a great conversationalist. Just as a warnin'."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Thanks for the warning. It's fine. Some of my teammates aren't big talkers either."

She sat down nearby, and commented, "Though kind of public for brooding alone, isn't it? Even for a strong silent type?"

[mnt_raph]

Again he shrugs.

"Best place to hide's right in front of people's noses. Not that I'm hidin'."

Because he's totally not.
At all.
Nope.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Of course not. Hence the brooding and the outfit that wouldn't look out of place in my boyfriend's wardrobe."

She then remarked with an offer of her hand, "Kidding. I'm Kate by the way. Kate Bishop. New York, 2007, Earth-616."

[mnt_raph]

Raph transfers his beer to his left hand, freeing up his right for shaking.

"Raphael. Uh...Olau by way of New York. 449 in the first...I think it's uh...You know, I ain't got no idea what year it is back in New York."

[conglomerelda]

"I suppose it has been five days," the big gold griffin says, eyeing Raph from one side.

She knows who the panda is.

But not that he was ever on Security.

She hasn't seen the badge yet.

[mnt_raph]

"An' some change, actually."

Says Raph staring off into the space before him.

[conglomerelda]

"I was wondering why you looked like a panda," she says. "If either of you had bothered to listen, I would have asked who cast the spell on you so it could have been fixed."

[mnt_raph]

He sighs and his head droops down.

"Was kinda distracted at the time. Takes a lotta concentration to not kill someone."

[conglomerelda]

Some of the feathers on her crest rise and fall a bit.

"Perhaps you should work on your anger management," she scolds. "You can't let...instinct take over like that."

Her mum used to scold her for chasing mice.

[mnt_raph]

And now the narration presents: the rolling of the eyes.

"I warned him twice. For me that is anger management."

[conglomerelda]

"He? I suppose that explains why such a small girl was being so unpleasant. Changing shape can be a big shock."

Elda contemplates this.

"So, who did change you? It's against the rules to do that sort of thing as well."

[mnt_raph]

He scratches the back of his head with his free hand before turning to look at the griffin.

"Honestly? No idea. Which makes me think Landlord."