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Post by Ry on Feb 6, 2008 11:02:36 GMT -5
 Souris glared down at the cards, offended. The red script detailed the addresses she needed quite clearly, but the details could not be translated. In other words, the addresses were absolutely detailed, but the details didn't translate to Corvistowne, and she couldn't navigate. She was lost. Ramshackle buildings surrounded her right and left, none even remotely resembling the beginning, middle or end of a single address. Doubtless she could obtain more useful directions from a Corvistowneian, if one could be found, as Cauter had mentioned that most in Corvistowne were a polite and helpful bunch, but first she'd have to surrender the cards, and, for some reason that she didn't understand, she was reluctant to allow another Card to handle the soft cream cards that had been Cauter's gift to her. Prehaps, someone in the town would be able to direct her with the names he had given her? Marvin and Lamya. Precious little to go on, but those were all she had, unless she wanted to surrender the cards... |
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Post by Vyn on Feb 6, 2008 22:55:20 GMT -5
"'Twas brillig and the slithey toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe..."From where Souris stood peering in frustration at the street signs a low sound soon began to drift up over the sounds of the bustling crowds and if she listened closely she would probably be able to discern that it was someone singing quite carelessly to himself. The singer was a far cry from being in tune and had the tone about his words of someone being lost quite deeply in their thoughts. Which was, of course, exactly the case. In short order the sound, and its owner, would round the corner of a building and the song he was now quite obviously only half singing would become quite audible. "All mimbsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe!"The rest of the poem fell into humming or, rather, it would have had the singer not come to a rather abrupt halt mere moments from stepping on her tail thanks to a high pitched whistle from the little blue and silver mome that had just made its presence known beside Hatter. The human blinked, looking down at the Yarrow Garden's mouse with a few disoriented blinks. Oh, had he almost stepped on her? Typically he stayed in his human form, but he couldn't help but notice how very confused the little mouse looked and he couldn't help but imagine that trying to discern human expressions would be even harder on her. "You're a long way from home, little mouse... Are you lost?" As he spoke, he shifted to his bipedal form and loomed above her with a strong grin on his beak.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 6, 2008 23:38:42 GMT -5
(( OOC: Hope you don't mind. )) Loreta wasn't a shade to happy that her boss was putting her on extra shifts. Making up for lost time, he said. Hell. She had worked for him how long without a break? Now he was demanding that she work extra hours. The heron sighed. As Loreta flew over the buildings she spotted a rather familiar brightly colored top hat. And feathers. That was most certainly Hatter with someone brightly colored without a speck of black on them. She tilted her head as she decided to descend and land next to Hatter. Without hesitation she pulled a package from her bag and offered it to the man. "You have a delivery. Congratulations for not being home and me having to find you." Loreta took to ignoring the mouse briefly. If they were a stranger, they could wait their turn. Most Yarrows were pricks to men anyway. Making general assumptions about a region wasn't a good idea, but at the moment Loreta could care less. |
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Post by Ry on Feb 7, 2008 9:54:15 GMT -5
( OOC: Not at all, Kari. On my part, you’re always welcome. <3)
Distant sounds startled the mouse from her thoughts. Garbled words, “gyre”, gimble” and “wabe”, drifted to her ear, gradually becoming clearer, as the distorted noise resolved into clearer words.
"All mimbsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe!"
Words ending in a high pitched whistle, so distracting her that she only just whipped her tail out of the way moments after the stranger would have stepped on it. She turned to confront the source, and stopped, blinking down at the blue and silver mechanical mome rath in bemusement, until the owner shifted into a grinning biped, striking in Blacks, Blues, Reds and Grays, embellished by stripes and checks in both hat and clothes.
She’d hardly gathered her thoughts, and begun to frame a reply before a Heron descended, and landed next to the Secretary Bird. A biped, by her self would hardly have occasioned any remark, but this biped Heron was from Torquehelm, wore a vice on her head, and stood on a Lowlander leg.
Even more particularly, the Heron had flown over, given the Secretary Bird biped a package, and pointedly ignored her. Well, two could play at that game. She took a deep breathe, and ignored the Heron back, fair and square, as she spoke to the strange biped in the hat, “Yes, M’sieur, I am lost,”glad that she wouldn’t have to decipher his expression. Biped was easier to read than human, and would be easier to observe.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 7, 2008 12:29:31 GMT -5
Hatter's attention was momentarily directed off of the brightly colored mouse when a familiar shadow swept overhead and, rather promptly, alighted at his side. A wide grin stretched over his avian features, even wider than the one which he had directed at the mouse, and he gave a hearty chuckle.
"Ah! Sorry, Lore! Least I stand out, yeah?" There weren't all that many bi-colored avians in top hats strutting about the streets now were there? "Is that your last delivery for the day?" His tone was mildly hopeful as he tucked the package beneath his wing and cocked his head cheerfully to the side. Hatter was always happy to have her company.
When the mouse spoke up at last, his gaze swung back and he shifted his weight to lean toward her. Nifty little accenting she had there. "If it suits you, call me Hatter. If not, M'sieur works just fine." He rolled the interestingly accented word on his tongue, a lop-sided grin playing on his features. "Now then, where exactly are you trying to get? It's not very safe to be lost in Corvistowne, little one."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 7, 2008 14:07:01 GMT -5
"'Course it's my last delivery. It's always saving the best for last," Loreta said with mild amusement. Then she turned her attention to the little Yarrow Gardens mouse. Her face changed from a slight smirk to a slight frown. She was a prissy little thing, wasn't she now?
This would not end well in her eyes. She just never got along well with the prissy types. Unless they drank. That was a different story entirely. This one didn't seem like the type to get wasted while complaining about chicks or men even. At least some Yarrows knew how to have fun.
"It's not safe at all. Especially for someone as timid as yourself. But you're probably here for a really good or really shady reason. Might as well get it over with before something miserable happens to you," Loreta went back to her usual smirk of grim satisfaction. She probably could easily help the mouse if she wanted to go to a house she made deliveries to. It was just a matter of if the mouse would actually talk to her.
Of course, Loreta didn't care. She was now officially off the clock and didn't have to be nice to people.
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Post by Ry on Feb 8, 2008 4:37:49 GMT -5
The mouse blinked, letting the by-play sail right over her head, and get where it was going, completely uncomprehending. Seems the Heron knew the Secretary Bird, but not her. “M’sieur Hatter”, she smiled, teasing him, as she turned her attention to the Heron. The bird was deliberately not being friendly, but oddly enough, Souris liked her all the better for that.
“Timid, am I?” she asked the heron curiously. Few people ever noticed the fact. She supposed one could say that she was shy, even though she felt she was only being cautious. The same caution which made her pause. Prior warnings rang against the recent ones in her mind, the tintinnabulation forcing her to slow. She waited for the noise to clear, before attempting to think.
She’d been considering asking for directions from a Corvistowneian. Now she had one at her disposal, and...whatever the heron was. Not a Corvistowneian, certainly, but the avian seemed to be able to navigate just fine. “Prehaps, M’sieur, M’selle, you could direct me to either Marvin or Lamya?” She did hope either Card would know the names, and perhaps the residences. Otherwise, well…the cards would have to be surrendered.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 12, 2008 13:51:51 GMT -5
Hatter flashed the Heron a charming grin, glad that she was free for the evening. Loreta's company was one that he always enjoyed. He would've slipped an arm about her and ushered her off for tea per usual but he was held in place by the lost mouse.
Maybe he could take her home and...
No, no... Work later, he had company for when he went home. So he'd help her find her way before heading out. "Marvin or Lamya?" He chuckled as he smoke, a lop-sided grin of amusement falling onto his features. Interesting names. Marvin was common sounding and Lamya, well all that came to mind for that was Llama and he doubted she was a Llama. Well, she might be...but, oh...yeah, directions.
"Never heard of either of 'em." He spoke flippantly and shrugged thoughtlessly. What must they deal in that he hadn't heard of them? Obviously nothing of interest to him. Slowly the Joker's two-toned gaze fell upon Loreta and he smiled with absent mischeif. "They strike a bell for you? Marvin and Llam- Lamya?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 12, 2008 21:04:14 GMT -5
Oh how cute. She was formal and had a stuffy little accent. "Timid. Yes that was the word I used. Simple and plain." Loreta said as she crossed her arms and listened to Hatter explain how he didn't know who the mouse was talking about.
He turned to her. Oh, right. She worked at a delivery service. The heron sighed as she went through the mental shorthand catalog that she had to memorize if she wanted to keep her job. No. Nothing there. The banned list then? That's usually where this part of Corvistowne ended up. She looked down at her talons in thought. Lamya? Lamya! That was definitely someone on the blacklist.
"Yes, I know where Lamya is. I don't know if you want to go there. They're totally on the blacklist for the delivery service that I work for. Which generally means the went against our policy to some extreme." Loreta didn't know what of course. She didn't have the memorize that, just the lists and some of the addresses that were more common.
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Post by Ry on Feb 13, 2008 6:47:30 GMT -5
(OOC: Thanks a lot,Vyn. XD Now I keep typing Llama.)
Souris blinked up at Hatter from under her lashes, thinking hard. Hatter didn't know where she could find Marvin or Ll-Lamya. But Loreta obviously did. But...blacklist? "I've been directed to a Card who's on a blacklist?" she squeaked, unhappily.
She stared at the heron, dismayed. That was not good. Not good at all. Blacklist had an ominous ring to the word. She could hardly believe she'd been directed to someone who'd done something that needed blacklisting.
Loreta was right. She didn't know if she wanted to go there. A blacklisted card, dealing in poisons. The implications were not pretty, and didn't get any prettier. "How about Marvin?" she offered weakly, to give herself some time to think. Did she need Lamya badly enough to risk poisoning?
She pulled out the soft cream card, red script detailing the address, hoping either Card could read the instructions more clearly than she did, and that she hadn't accidentally retrieved the card for Lamya.
She didn't think Loreta would like that one bit.
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