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Turning his attention toward the tiger, he quickly offered a response that pulled both variables into the conversation.  "I've known a few good ones in my time.  I'm kinda curious as to what type of tricks our friend here is pulling though," he joked, motioning toward the nearby fox with an outstretched thumb.  His interest was now piqued, and he didn't let go of a good opportunity too easily.  "Nice job inconspicuously changing the subject, by the way - real smooth."  He meant that both earnestly and mockingly.

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The tiger turns to the fox. Continuing to smile:

"I don't usually care about names, but those who want to call me Max."

Hands out his arm to shake his

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Hunter didnt know whether to laugh or cry. "He can see right through me. What kind of creature is this?" He decides to let things slide for now, hoping that he could utilize the aid of these two after all....

 

Accepting the handshake of the tiger he says: "Max, nice to meet you, even if that isnt your name. What brings you here?"

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Max: "Nothing much. Just wanted a drink...well, that...and I'm investigating something."

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"Not trusting the magician's name, mistake number one.  Changing the subject, mistake number two.  Now all we have to wait for is number three" the raccoon coyly thought to himself as he viewed the proceedings.  Deciding upon simply observing for the moment, he dug his hands into the pockets of the dark-colored cargo shorts he was wearing.  This could get interesting, or not.  He was banking on the former, however, and tried to be indistinct with his behavior and body language.  His ringed tail hung limply behind him as he turned his gaze toward a window and yet listened intently. 

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"Not trusting the magician's name, mistake number one.  Changing the subject, mistake number two.  Now all we have to wait for is number three" the raccoon coyly thought to himself as he viewed the proceedings.  Deciding upon simply observing for the moment, he dug his hands into the pockets of the dark-colored cargo shorts he was wearing.  This could get interesting, or not.  He was banking on the former, however, and tried to be indistinct with his behavior and body language.  His ringed tail hung limply behind him as he turned his gaze toward a window and yet listened intently. 

Max knew what he was thinking: "What will be mistake #3, sir?".

He smiled at the raccoon.

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Taken aback and nearly choking on the air that he breathed inward, he quickly turned his attention toward the tiger.  "How the hell -" he started, simply bewildered by the fact that they either shared similar thoughts or somehow he had gone into his psyche.  Was he imagining what Max had just said?  "I must be losing it," the raccoon thought to himself, attempting to regain his composure but struggling at that.  Turning and keeping narrowed eyes at the tiger, he leaned against a nearby pillar.  "Guess we'll find out soon enough, huh." 

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Taken aback and nearly choking on the air that he breathed inward, he quickly turned his attention toward the tiger.  "How the hell -" he started, simply bewildered by the fact that they either shared similar thoughts or somehow he had gone into his psyche.  Was he imagining what Max had just said?  "I must be losing it," the raccoon thought to himself, attempting to regain his composure but struggling at that.  Turning and keeping narrowed eyes at the tiger, he leaned against a nearby pillar.  "Guess we'll find out soon enough, huh." 

Max lost his smile: "...could you do something for me?" he asked the raccoon.

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"Is this guy toying with me?" He thought, now sufficiently suspicious of what was truly transpiring right under his nose.  Placing his hand underneath his muzzle and scratching gently in thought, he came to a conclusion.  "I'm not sure I follow where this is headed, though if I were to agree what would I be in for?"  Of course, it was a general thought that one should not blindly agree with whatever a complete stranger offered, though the raccoon simply could not overcome his curiosity at this point - he wanted to know what this 'favor' entailed. 

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Shocked by what just occurred before him, Hunter decided it would be best to avoid trying to learn more about these two individuals. Why are they acting so strangely (and somewhat awkward) right now? They were just sharing a laugh a moment ago...

 

In any case, they were beginning to egg one another on for some odd reason.

I better observe these two for now. They may know more than I initially thought they did.

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He came up to the raccoon's ear to whisper something:

"I realize your position, sir. It makes me sick, to be honest. But right now, for the sake of whats to come, do not steal anything in this bar. If you do, something unspeakably horrific will happen because of it."

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"Hold up there, buddy.  You're not talking to a klepto, and frankly I'm insulted you'd jump to that conclusion," the raccoon retorted, pulling away from the magician/bartender slightly.  He wasn't a fan of being lumped into stereotypes, that was for sure, though at times he certainly was pressured by sheer instinct - hell, shiny things were nice.  Now returning his expression to a toothy grin and folding his arms, he was glad that nothing further had transpired yet was also still curious as to whether or not what happened earlier was just a coincidence. 

 

Glancing over, he noticed that the fox was viewing what was going on as well.  "Hey, is this guy crazy, or what?" He joked, motioning toward Max.

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sits and says " oh just was out and about and saw this bar had great drinks and just walked in."

 

"Well they certainly have enough for us all. Order up."

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Max: "Do not change the subject. I never said you would want something worse to happen. I am saying that you don't realize whats at stake in the moment. I ask you for just tonight to NOT steal anything. I beg of you not to. You do not realize how much it will mean to me, and to everyone else in this bar, including you. I realize your talents, but you wont avoid this one. You will be caught tonight if you do, and everyone else WILL be held responsible for your actions." (He looked at the raccoon with a stern face, very serious, almost afraid).

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"Do these two know each other?!?!?! Surely this must be a set up!" Hunter realizes that he should have ran off to the back when he had the chance before, but this raccoon before him has complicated everything. But now it was too late. These two were certainly capable of accomplishing feats far beyond what he could imagine.

 

"Where do you come from? And why are you here....really?" Hunter asks the raccoon, with added emphasis on the "really".

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"Buddy, are you feeling alright?  This seems to have come outta' left field; I've got a job, I don't have to- why am I explaining this to you again?"  The raccoon's puzzlement increased; where the hell did this guy get off accusing people of things that there was no evidence for?  Of course, he might have had the inkling a few times, but he wasn't stupid enough to go through with anything - at least in front of anyone.  Maybe the guy did have a point at times, though this was certainly not one of them.  He smirked in the direction of the tiger, now noting the slightly frightened look.  "What exactly is going on here?" 

 

Turning toward the now vocal fox, he heard the question and decided upon a reply.  "I came here to enjoy the sights, smells, the works.  Does it even matter where I came from?"  He was curious and yet angered slightly.  "What is up with these two?"

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Chisteran Agathol glanced over his shoulder at the escalating tension at a nearby table.

 

"The hell is that about?" he mutters to himself, then waves to the barkeep for another ale.

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Max: Points at the raccoon "Do...NOT...take me for a fool."

He then opens his bandana up

Max: "You see this eyepiece. It has replaced my original eye. I can read peoples minds. I know what they think, believe, do. How about we do a trade. You do not steal anything tonight, and I will give you this. You will become unstoppable, you will become a stronger criminal than ever before. You will steal whatever you want, win all the time at bluff, know exactly what everyone is thinking around you 24/7. You can even wipe peoples memories, if you wish. You will have the ultimate thieving tool in the palm of your hands. That Fox over there can forget that you are a thief. You must promise me that you will not, under any circumstances, steal anything tonight. Do I make myself clear?"

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Merely speechless, the raccoon could only stop and stare at the tiger for the moment.  "I'm not even gonna ask.  Dude, I have a day job and a life to not-ruin; do I get light fingered occasionally?; maybe.  Is it often?; hell no."  Backing away slowly, he searched frantically for someone that appeared sane.  Glaring at the fox, he quickly formulated a conversation.  "You talked to this nut longer than I did; do you have any clue what's wrong with him?" 

 

[Might I inquire as to why you've chosen to write in script-like format, Talyl?]

[Also, this would be a great time to interject, Snes. xD]

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Max: "...I know you have a keen interest in anything shiny. I know your name, your social life, your "day" job, though I must say there is much more to you then you let on. Perhaps we have something in common. Therefore, would you call yourself crazy, too? I don't think so. Trust me when I say this. You need this, otherwise I will tell this entire bar about your, other job. And I don't mean your day one."

"Do you want me to prove it? I don't think you will want me to."

(script like format?)

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'Involved, I am not,'​ the CDF lieutenant thought, 'Nor my business for that matter.'

 

The red vulpine glanced at his watch. 'I'm not due back to the Turandaunt for a while. Maybe a couple more and I'm out of here.'

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The cold sensation of eyes staring directly through him hit the raccoon like a brick wall.  He lost his overtly cocky demeanor and was now quaking; more emotionally than anything.  If he tried not to think about anything perhaps he would not give anything else away - or was it too late?  He wasn't a bad person; he didn't do much wrong - or did he?  The piercing questions were beginning to overwhelm him, perhaps that was the point of the mind play the entire time.  What if the entire thing was an elaborate ruse?  Finding security in that thought, the raccoon turned his gaze from the floor back to the eyes of the one supposedly called Max.  "..." Speech had failed him yet again.  

 

[Checkmate, Snes. xD]

[And Script-like format as in putting a character's name and then a colon to represent that they are speaking.  Story format is generally more descriptive in an RP setting IMO.]

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Max: "...do you want it or not?"

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"I'm not guaranteeing anything; I don't have to - I don't even know you!" The raccoon nearly yelled, now finding comfort in denial and the swift casting aside of accusatory words.  He began to back away slowly; he wanted to leave and yet couldn't, he was simply drawn to the mystique perpetuated by the tiger.  Ears flattened against his head slightly in a defensive manner, he leaned back up against the wall and clutched his head.  The entire thing was difficult to wrap his head around; what just happened, exactly?  "Who is this guy?" he thought, now slightly afraid at what that answer could hold. 

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Chis Agathol: 'Gods dammit. I'm gonna regret this, I'm sure.'

 

The one armed CDF officer places down his drink, turns on his bar stool while sitting to the tiger and the raccoon. His head cocked to the side, sure and almost arrogant.

 

Chis Agathol: "Leave him alone."

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