<strong>Name:</strong>Izzy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cellar >> Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging (or Mentioning):</strong>Rose, Lamont, Onyx, Celeste, Rein, Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"..such victuals?" Izzy muttered to herself, gathering the wine.  Good grief.  If this guy's tongue had more honey on it, he'd need to be checked for bees.  And Rose wasn't much better.  Even from down in the cellar, she could hear the hybrid's voice wading through that hyper-formal meekness she took on when she got nervous.  Izzy had been ready to charge back up and beat the black off the rat's fur if he tried anything, but it was clear that neither was a threat to the other.  She rolled her eyes, reaching for a bottle of beer and listening as they made their exit.<br/><br/>"Ah, fair maiden." she grumbled, her accent matching Lamont's as she put the coffee on.  "Perchance, hath thine oculars imbibed the location of my fucking thesaurus?"  She hoisted a clean bucket and started dragging it through some ice, filling it with cold crystals. "I am quite loathe to enter a bloodsport when bereft of such a tedious tome.  Ohhh, verily!"<br/><br/>Placing her fingers to lips, she bent her knees and clamped her thighs together, adopting Rose's voice.  "Oh, my lord.  I'm afraid you are eating it, my lord.  I hadn't replaced the lettuce this week, and had to make do.  D-does it displease you?  I-If you like, can use the pornography Onyx is always reading?"<br/><br/>Izzy crunched the ice as she set the wine and beer into the pail, carrying on.  "Blast.  Damnation.  Humdinger and et cetera!  Without that ponderous pile of papers, stitched at the spine to support my speech, my verbose vernacular shall surely fall to ruin!"  She snapped her fingers and spun on her hoof, moving to find the bottle of flavored water, all while making an exaggeratedly drunk sounding voice.  "Daah, muh word good is become pain."  And, grabbing the bottle and losing all attempt at accents, Izzy stated flatly:  "And Onyx doesn't read pornography!  With all that fucking, where would she have the time!?"<br/><br/>She crunched the bottle of flavored water into the ice, her eyes wide and angry.  She took a deep breath.  The others didn't know about this side of her, the theatrical doe that danced around the kitchen.  Actually, there was a lot the others didn't know about her, just yet.  Celeste knew the most, if she had to guess, but even she'd never seen her wearing a gypsy style skirt and playing with cubs.  Or the extent of her curious religious fixation.  Exhaling, she looked down at the five bottles chilling in the ice, and moved her gaze to the percolating coffee.  Little outbursts like this one were necessary to keep her sanity, but she was sincerely hopeful that no one else had heard that.  Not that she cared if she offended the black rat, but Rose was somewhat more fragile.  And she didn't want Onyx getting any role-play ideas.<br/><br/>She grabbed a few glasses and placed them in the ice-filled pail as well, before grabbing a saucer, a mug, and thick towel.  She shut off the heater and grabbing the freshly minted jug of coffee.  This all done, she moved slowly up the stairs.  She heard some sort of scuffle going on, no doubt another pair was already sparring.  Onyx, most likely, if the swooshing was any indication.  Her eyes had already settled into a glare before she'd even gone through the door.  But that expression softened slightly as she saw Celeste was the one doing battle with her.  If she'd known that, Izzy thought, she wouldn't have spent so much time brewing the coffee and making fun of speech.  Any chance to watch Celeste in the ring was a good opportunity.<br/><br/>She moved to the table and set down the bucket of drinks, happy that they would have time to cool.  She placed the pot of coffee on the towel and made sure everything was decently neat, before heading to the side of the ring.  Rein was especially interested in the fight, and Izzy took a seat next to him, giving him a glance before staring attentively forward.  Izzy was a high-agility ground fighter, and Celeste and Onyx both had unique advantages over that style.  Her fist clenched a little as the spar went on, eager to glean any weaknesses or tactics.  To say nothing of there being a certain, unadmitted beauty to watching the two scaley females battle..