Post by Skyheart on Jun 28, 2012 1:14:53 GMT -5
--AT CAFE TOBIANO--
Skyheart opens the door to the cafe. "Here's the place. They have real nice coffee. I come here to work all the time."
Savage looks around the room and frowns a bit, bad memories coming back, but admittedly they were mostly his fault, he can give this cafe another try. "Alright, pick your poisons. I'll pick up the tab."
Callie ponders what get while she looks over the signs and ohs.. "Pumpkin latte!" She offers happly as she shifts on her paws.
Skyheart shrugs. "Just a coffee for me. I like vanilla and put in a diabetic coma." He mentions. Provided he was here often enough that the bartender was starting to remember his order anyway.
Savage nods and pulls out seats at a table for his two guests, "Have a seat, I haven't decided what I want yet. Don't really like Coffee myself but I do enjoy something a bit stronger."
Callie chirps and nods while she hops up onto a seat and settled there upon her haunches, tail curling at her side. It must look rather funny, her sitting in the seat like she is. "Alright!" She offers happly.
Skyheart takes a seat next to Callie as he waits for his drink as well. "So you say you know him?" He asks Callie, in regards to Savage. "Did you ask him about your family?"
Savage walks up to the counter after the other two are seated and leans down to whisper his order to the clerk, who's eyes grow wide and then nods as Savage turns to walk back to the table.
Callie nods slightly while looking over to Sky. "Yes, we talked about it.. His going to help me try and find 'em." She looks back to Savage. "Right?" This questioned to him once his back at the table.
Nods as he returns to the table taking a seat and smiling as he taps the table top with on claw, "The Stonebender Tribe always helps any in need. I would dishonor my ancestors If I did any less."
Callie offers a smile and nods to Savage. "Well still it is mighty nice of you to do such a thing. I really appreciate it."
Skyheart takes a glance at the look on the bartender's face and then looks back to Savage. "What did you order?" He asks curiously.
Savage glances back at the Bartender and grins before looking back at Skyheart and whispering, "Like I said...something stronger then coffee. My tribe used it as a rite of passage for young male cubs to be considered fully grown Bucks. I found I liked it and kept drinking it even after the rite of passage. I'll let you have a sip if you want?" He reaches out as the bartender brings him a huge mug that seems to have a greyish green vapour bubbling out of it.
Callie tilts her head while she peers at the mug that Savage gets, a soft oh escapes her and she snuffles out softly. "What is that?.. She questions curiously in the process.
Skyheart winces but thinks. "I... I don't-" He reflexively jerks a bit, expecting a 'be a stallion and take the drink!' peck from Orpheus. Then he remembers the dove isn't with him today. "Um... I guess so. Small one though." He'll probably be seen as but a child to the two griffons if he doesn't. That is if Callie runs on the same principles. He wasn't sure.
Savage grins at Callie as she seems interested, then at Skyheart when the stallion decides to try some, "It's a brew mixed from a powerful herb cocktail called Lavasoul. The main ingredient is a fiery red herb that grows in the crags of most mountains. The name of the drink is Crawripper. Because it makes most gryphon feel like their craw has been ripped out."
Callie ponders this, a soft chirp escaping her as she sniffsniffs at the mug. Her feathers ruffle a bit and she peers at Savage. "Can I try some too?" She questions uriously. A glance is sent to Sky as he talks about trying it as well.
Skyheart glances to Callie worriedly. "What's a craw?" He asks carefully, unsure of how badly this was going to hurt. Though it was clear the BOTH of them were about to down something that could potentially exponentially spike their blood-alcohol content. He almost wanted to sign a waiver that he wasn't responsible for anything that might happen afterward.
Savage smiles and nods at Callie, giving her a light pat on the shoulder at her curiosity. "Sure you can, usually it's just the young males in my tribe who have to go through this but there is no rule against a female drinking it." He then turns to Skyheart and tries to explain, "Well a craw is...erm...well you know how Ponies have teeth? And our kind don't?"
Callie grins a moment and nods at the pat to her shoulder and leans over to try and take a sip from Savage's bubbling mug. A soft hiccup escapes her once she is leaning back and she giggles.
Skyheart tilts his head. "Yeah?" He watches as Callie drinks some and seems to only hiccup and giggle. Standard drink effect it seems. "It... doesn't seem that bad..." He looks into the drink mug and knocks it back, probably taking a larger gulp than he should. He sets it down as the mother of all delayed reactions rears its ugly head. His eyes are wide and he's sweating... badly. "I... I don't feel so good..."
Even Savage's eyes are wide at how big a gulp Skyheart took his beak moves up and down but he says nothing, "I-I-I don't wonder friend! You just...even the biggest gryphon don't knock it back like that! It's called Craw ripper because we gryphon don't have teeth to chew with. Our craw is a pouch inside our necks where we store stones and use them to grind our food. The drink makes a grown buck grypon feel like part of his throat has been removed! Painfully! You! You'd be considered one of the most macho warriors among the gryphon tribes drinking as much as you just did! If you survived!"
Callie blinks at Skyheart a moment an ahs a moment. "Wasn't he suppose to sip it?.." She chitterchirps out while her feathers ruffle and she peers at the pony. "You gona be alright?.."
Skyheart's ears seems to be twitching madly as his face turns a dark red. He immediately downs his piping hot coffee for hopes of cooling down his burning throat. He'd shout if he had any voice left to do so. Gasping and clutching his throat, he falls backward immediately, somewhere in a void between consciousness and alcohol poisoning.
Savage peeeeeeers over the table at the downed pony, "Hey? Callie can you check and make sure he is still breathing?" He grins, "I'll have to inscribe the tattoos of a Gryphon warrior on him while he sleeps it off. He'll be so thrilled when he wakes up!"
Callie erks as she watches Skyheart a few moments while taking in a breath. "We.. should take him to the hopsital.." She murmurs out softly. A unsure glance is sent to Savage while she moves over to Skyheart and lowers her head to check and make sure he is breathing.. Pokepoke..
Skyheart twitches again. He's breathing... er... gargling... Best not to ask which fluids those are at the base of his throat. His eyes are open... ish... Well they're rolled into the back of his head and his wings seems to have spread out full and started to molt a little. His hooves stand straight up in the air in rigor mortus. Well he's alive to an extent so hey, progress, right?
Savage nods at Callie's notion, Yes. We should probably get him to the hospital. He is a brave, foolhardy warrior who deserves every chance before we put him on his funeral pyre. If he does die though he'll burn such odd colors after that much drink." He laughs and reaches down to sling Skyheart over his shoulder. Then heads for the door. "coming with Callie?"
Callie errs out worriedly as she watches Skyheart and is quick to follow after Savage. "Is he gona be alright?" She questions with a worried tone, her wings fluttering a few times. Her gaze widens as she hears Savage and a nervous chittering escapes her.
Skyheart squirms a bit as he gargles some more. Celestia knows what's going on in his head right now considering the content of chemicals currently in his system. When his head is tilted toward the floor the mystery fluid comes out of his throat and he coughts. Yay progress!
--AT PONYVILLE HOSPITAL--
Savage carries a very limp pegasus stallion into the hospital and crows out, "A gurney and a hospital gown! This brave stallion is a credit to ponies everywhere! Treat him with the best care you can!" Even as he called out to the hospital staff he was reading his tattooing kit, fully intending to give Sky the markings of a Gryphon Warrior.
Callie follows along and pushes a gurney over for Skyheart to get laid down upon. "Someone.. help him please?" Is called out for the help. She eyes Savage and smirks. "No.. tattoo.."
The nurse at the desk is quick to respond to the request. Soon help comes to get Skyheart into a bed and hooked up for examination. A white earth pony mare with a pink mane and a cutie mark of a red cross framed by hearts enters the scene. "What happened to him?" She eyes the tattoo kit with disaproval. "Um... Sir? With all due respect, we're going to have to ask you to keep that closed up. We can't have unauthorized equipment in the hospital, you understand."
Callie shakes her head slightly and looks to Savage. "Tell her what he drank so they can help 'em." She offers with a worried tone.
Savage looks at both the mare nurse and the doe gryphon. The females both telling him he cannot tattoo his new brother in arms. He pouts but nods and puts the kit away. then replies, "The stallion is likely suffering from mild to extremely severe alcohol poisoning...and a burned trachia. He may also have lost the first few layers of skin from his tastebuds."
The nurses listen and start to administer treatment. One sighs. "Give him some rest and a few days to recover and he should be okay. You're lucky you brought him here so soon. Why would he drink this much, though? I don't understand. The tests are showing a VERY high blood alcohol content."
Callie shifts and waits while watching curiously, her head tilting one way and then another. She peers up at Savage and then looks back to the nurse. "Well.. It was just one drink really.." She says with a faint murmur. Her taloned forepaw is lifted and she scratches at her neck a few times.
Savage tries to keep a straight face, but gradually the grin on his beak grows, and grows until it is out of control and he begins to chuckle. "Well...he only actually had one drink, but he tried to take a big swig from a mug of Crawripper. A little known brew you can only get in a few places...He's...quite the stallion that one."
The nurses listen and can't seem to fathom what kind of horrible conoction would do this to a pony with one drink. They look at him and double check the numbers. "You're saying this is from ONE drink..." A nurse comments. "Well we're going to try to get him to rest for now. Once he's stable feel free to stay as long as you want."
Callie ehs softly and nods tot the question. "Yes.. Just one drink.." She offers softly, still nervous over all this it seems. Her form settles down to her haunches while she nods and peers at Savage as he leaves for the moment.
Skyheart finally stirs as the groggy pegasus starts to awaken. "Ugh... What the... Ugh....." Yeah, he's not going to get past that sentence anytime soon. His eyes flutter open as he VERY slowly trying to figure out just where he was.
Callie peers at Skyheart and chirps a moment. "I'm sorry about all that Skyheart.." She offers softly while settling down next to his bed. Seems someone is going to stay here and make sure he is alright throughout the night! An to make sure Savage doesn't tattoo him as well. "Just go on and sleep, if you need anything I'll be here."
Skyheart groans. "Sleep sounds good... I feel sick, I'm seeing things, and it hurts like every square inch of me was hit with about sixteen chariots..." His voice was raspy at that. He closes his eyes and tries to just rest for now. "Heh... Guess I'm a warrior of a griffon tribe now. Wonder what my parents would say." He'd laugh if he could.
Skyheart opens the door to the cafe. "Here's the place. They have real nice coffee. I come here to work all the time."
Savage looks around the room and frowns a bit, bad memories coming back, but admittedly they were mostly his fault, he can give this cafe another try. "Alright, pick your poisons. I'll pick up the tab."
Callie ponders what get while she looks over the signs and ohs.. "Pumpkin latte!" She offers happly as she shifts on her paws.
Skyheart shrugs. "Just a coffee for me. I like vanilla and put in a diabetic coma." He mentions. Provided he was here often enough that the bartender was starting to remember his order anyway.
Savage nods and pulls out seats at a table for his two guests, "Have a seat, I haven't decided what I want yet. Don't really like Coffee myself but I do enjoy something a bit stronger."
Callie chirps and nods while she hops up onto a seat and settled there upon her haunches, tail curling at her side. It must look rather funny, her sitting in the seat like she is. "Alright!" She offers happly.
Skyheart takes a seat next to Callie as he waits for his drink as well. "So you say you know him?" He asks Callie, in regards to Savage. "Did you ask him about your family?"
Savage walks up to the counter after the other two are seated and leans down to whisper his order to the clerk, who's eyes grow wide and then nods as Savage turns to walk back to the table.
Callie nods slightly while looking over to Sky. "Yes, we talked about it.. His going to help me try and find 'em." She looks back to Savage. "Right?" This questioned to him once his back at the table.
Nods as he returns to the table taking a seat and smiling as he taps the table top with on claw, "The Stonebender Tribe always helps any in need. I would dishonor my ancestors If I did any less."
Callie offers a smile and nods to Savage. "Well still it is mighty nice of you to do such a thing. I really appreciate it."
Skyheart takes a glance at the look on the bartender's face and then looks back to Savage. "What did you order?" He asks curiously.
Savage glances back at the Bartender and grins before looking back at Skyheart and whispering, "Like I said...something stronger then coffee. My tribe used it as a rite of passage for young male cubs to be considered fully grown Bucks. I found I liked it and kept drinking it even after the rite of passage. I'll let you have a sip if you want?" He reaches out as the bartender brings him a huge mug that seems to have a greyish green vapour bubbling out of it.
Callie tilts her head while she peers at the mug that Savage gets, a soft oh escapes her and she snuffles out softly. "What is that?.. She questions curiously in the process.
Skyheart winces but thinks. "I... I don't-" He reflexively jerks a bit, expecting a 'be a stallion and take the drink!' peck from Orpheus. Then he remembers the dove isn't with him today. "Um... I guess so. Small one though." He'll probably be seen as but a child to the two griffons if he doesn't. That is if Callie runs on the same principles. He wasn't sure.
Savage grins at Callie as she seems interested, then at Skyheart when the stallion decides to try some, "It's a brew mixed from a powerful herb cocktail called Lavasoul. The main ingredient is a fiery red herb that grows in the crags of most mountains. The name of the drink is Crawripper. Because it makes most gryphon feel like their craw has been ripped out."
Callie ponders this, a soft chirp escaping her as she sniffsniffs at the mug. Her feathers ruffle a bit and she peers at Savage. "Can I try some too?" She questions uriously. A glance is sent to Sky as he talks about trying it as well.
Skyheart glances to Callie worriedly. "What's a craw?" He asks carefully, unsure of how badly this was going to hurt. Though it was clear the BOTH of them were about to down something that could potentially exponentially spike their blood-alcohol content. He almost wanted to sign a waiver that he wasn't responsible for anything that might happen afterward.
Savage smiles and nods at Callie, giving her a light pat on the shoulder at her curiosity. "Sure you can, usually it's just the young males in my tribe who have to go through this but there is no rule against a female drinking it." He then turns to Skyheart and tries to explain, "Well a craw is...erm...well you know how Ponies have teeth? And our kind don't?"
Callie grins a moment and nods at the pat to her shoulder and leans over to try and take a sip from Savage's bubbling mug. A soft hiccup escapes her once she is leaning back and she giggles.
Skyheart tilts his head. "Yeah?" He watches as Callie drinks some and seems to only hiccup and giggle. Standard drink effect it seems. "It... doesn't seem that bad..." He looks into the drink mug and knocks it back, probably taking a larger gulp than he should. He sets it down as the mother of all delayed reactions rears its ugly head. His eyes are wide and he's sweating... badly. "I... I don't feel so good..."
Even Savage's eyes are wide at how big a gulp Skyheart took his beak moves up and down but he says nothing, "I-I-I don't wonder friend! You just...even the biggest gryphon don't knock it back like that! It's called Craw ripper because we gryphon don't have teeth to chew with. Our craw is a pouch inside our necks where we store stones and use them to grind our food. The drink makes a grown buck grypon feel like part of his throat has been removed! Painfully! You! You'd be considered one of the most macho warriors among the gryphon tribes drinking as much as you just did! If you survived!"
Callie blinks at Skyheart a moment an ahs a moment. "Wasn't he suppose to sip it?.." She chitterchirps out while her feathers ruffle and she peers at the pony. "You gona be alright?.."
Skyheart's ears seems to be twitching madly as his face turns a dark red. He immediately downs his piping hot coffee for hopes of cooling down his burning throat. He'd shout if he had any voice left to do so. Gasping and clutching his throat, he falls backward immediately, somewhere in a void between consciousness and alcohol poisoning.
Savage peeeeeeers over the table at the downed pony, "Hey? Callie can you check and make sure he is still breathing?" He grins, "I'll have to inscribe the tattoos of a Gryphon warrior on him while he sleeps it off. He'll be so thrilled when he wakes up!"
Callie erks as she watches Skyheart a few moments while taking in a breath. "We.. should take him to the hopsital.." She murmurs out softly. A unsure glance is sent to Savage while she moves over to Skyheart and lowers her head to check and make sure he is breathing.. Pokepoke..
Skyheart twitches again. He's breathing... er... gargling... Best not to ask which fluids those are at the base of his throat. His eyes are open... ish... Well they're rolled into the back of his head and his wings seems to have spread out full and started to molt a little. His hooves stand straight up in the air in rigor mortus. Well he's alive to an extent so hey, progress, right?
Savage nods at Callie's notion, Yes. We should probably get him to the hospital. He is a brave, foolhardy warrior who deserves every chance before we put him on his funeral pyre. If he does die though he'll burn such odd colors after that much drink." He laughs and reaches down to sling Skyheart over his shoulder. Then heads for the door. "coming with Callie?"
Callie errs out worriedly as she watches Skyheart and is quick to follow after Savage. "Is he gona be alright?" She questions with a worried tone, her wings fluttering a few times. Her gaze widens as she hears Savage and a nervous chittering escapes her.
Skyheart squirms a bit as he gargles some more. Celestia knows what's going on in his head right now considering the content of chemicals currently in his system. When his head is tilted toward the floor the mystery fluid comes out of his throat and he coughts. Yay progress!
--AT PONYVILLE HOSPITAL--
Savage carries a very limp pegasus stallion into the hospital and crows out, "A gurney and a hospital gown! This brave stallion is a credit to ponies everywhere! Treat him with the best care you can!" Even as he called out to the hospital staff he was reading his tattooing kit, fully intending to give Sky the markings of a Gryphon Warrior.
Callie follows along and pushes a gurney over for Skyheart to get laid down upon. "Someone.. help him please?" Is called out for the help. She eyes Savage and smirks. "No.. tattoo.."
The nurse at the desk is quick to respond to the request. Soon help comes to get Skyheart into a bed and hooked up for examination. A white earth pony mare with a pink mane and a cutie mark of a red cross framed by hearts enters the scene. "What happened to him?" She eyes the tattoo kit with disaproval. "Um... Sir? With all due respect, we're going to have to ask you to keep that closed up. We can't have unauthorized equipment in the hospital, you understand."
Callie shakes her head slightly and looks to Savage. "Tell her what he drank so they can help 'em." She offers with a worried tone.
Savage looks at both the mare nurse and the doe gryphon. The females both telling him he cannot tattoo his new brother in arms. He pouts but nods and puts the kit away. then replies, "The stallion is likely suffering from mild to extremely severe alcohol poisoning...and a burned trachia. He may also have lost the first few layers of skin from his tastebuds."
The nurses listen and start to administer treatment. One sighs. "Give him some rest and a few days to recover and he should be okay. You're lucky you brought him here so soon. Why would he drink this much, though? I don't understand. The tests are showing a VERY high blood alcohol content."
Callie shifts and waits while watching curiously, her head tilting one way and then another. She peers up at Savage and then looks back to the nurse. "Well.. It was just one drink really.." She says with a faint murmur. Her taloned forepaw is lifted and she scratches at her neck a few times.
Savage tries to keep a straight face, but gradually the grin on his beak grows, and grows until it is out of control and he begins to chuckle. "Well...he only actually had one drink, but he tried to take a big swig from a mug of Crawripper. A little known brew you can only get in a few places...He's...quite the stallion that one."
The nurses listen and can't seem to fathom what kind of horrible conoction would do this to a pony with one drink. They look at him and double check the numbers. "You're saying this is from ONE drink..." A nurse comments. "Well we're going to try to get him to rest for now. Once he's stable feel free to stay as long as you want."
Callie ehs softly and nods tot the question. "Yes.. Just one drink.." She offers softly, still nervous over all this it seems. Her form settles down to her haunches while she nods and peers at Savage as he leaves for the moment.
Skyheart finally stirs as the groggy pegasus starts to awaken. "Ugh... What the... Ugh....." Yeah, he's not going to get past that sentence anytime soon. His eyes flutter open as he VERY slowly trying to figure out just where he was.
Callie peers at Skyheart and chirps a moment. "I'm sorry about all that Skyheart.." She offers softly while settling down next to his bed. Seems someone is going to stay here and make sure he is alright throughout the night! An to make sure Savage doesn't tattoo him as well. "Just go on and sleep, if you need anything I'll be here."
Skyheart groans. "Sleep sounds good... I feel sick, I'm seeing things, and it hurts like every square inch of me was hit with about sixteen chariots..." His voice was raspy at that. He closes his eyes and tries to just rest for now. "Heh... Guess I'm a warrior of a griffon tribe now. Wonder what my parents would say." He'd laugh if he could.
