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Post by seraaches on Nov 13, 2007 23:29:36 GMT -5
The stallion’s ears swept back at the words and the first vestiges of anger sparked in his eyes, beginning to eat away his fear. Just because he didn’t understand something he’d never seen before didn’t mean he was stupid and the doll’s words were insulting. ”Perhaps I would be more interested if you were less hostile,” the stallion retorted flatly.
The doll’s question surprised him simply because his colouring should give proof of from where he had come. ”I am from Josiggy Marsh,” the stallion replied, wariness warring with his anger. ”Wot is that to you?” Despite how terrible that –could- come out, it was actually made fairly neutral by the green horse’s desire to know why exactly Kazifel was asking. Likely it was simply having rarely or never seen a Josiggy Marshdweller before, the doll was unable to recognize his colouring. Nevertheless, there was still something about the human’s tone that just put his back up.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 14, 2007 1:06:27 GMT -5
He laughed. A better way to describe it was a barking cackle. What a silly little equine he had run into. Hearts would always be so quick to make remarks about his personality. Sooner or later the horse would mention something about putting him in his rightful place. What an amusing thought.
He stopped laughing after a few minutes and turned to the horse. He wanted to see his face. "How hostile would you be if you couldn't feel?" He took a few steps closer to Shinrai. He wanted to make a point of it. "You don't know what it means to be a doll. You can't feel heat, cold, food. None of it. So being bitter is the only thing you have left. And when a smart ass horse comes from a place filled with friendly tourist, you get a little annoyed because you're locked out of the only place you've spent a good twenty years locked away in."
He was an inch away from the equine's face as he growled, "And you can't transform."
Satisfied the doll spun back around and continued to walk. "If you want to know what it feels like to feel nothing I'd be more than happy to help you. Now. You wanted to find a medic, yes?" He pointed to a small red building with a cross on it. He was going to go there regardless of the equine. He would probably run away now, just like that raccoon. Why didn't he just break everyone he met in the first place. It would be so much easier.
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 21, 2007 15:25:17 GMT -5
Kari and Sera both receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by seraaches on Nov 28, 2007 13:10:34 GMT -5
The stallion fought a need to jerk back away from the doll. He shouldn’t let the other man touch him; he knew it instinctively. This was based off of years of surviving virtually on his own in addition to the innate understanding that Kazifel wasn’t entirely sane. Perhaps not even close to somewot sane. The guy was obviously a psycho!
”Anger is a feeling,” the stallion answered tightly, ears flat against his head and teeth baring in a subconscious need to protect himself against the threat of the doll. The other Jack needed to step off before the horse lashed out without meaning to. Wotever the doll thought he saw was fine with Rai; he just wanted the frightening thing out of his face.
The horse was slowing losing a larger sense of his fear and creeped outness in lieu of anger and frustration at the ‘my life is so worse than yours’ whininess of the doll. Even if Kazifel’s life really –was- worse in some ways…. But Rai had lost half of himself a very long time ago and he had managed to pull himself together to become something greater than his pain. Not that Shinrai planned on sharing this with the doll; Kazifel could just rot away in his bitterness for all the horse cared.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 28, 2007 13:25:39 GMT -5
Idiot. Idiot. IDIOT! Kazifel growled as he stopped moving. He glared at the stallion, his teeth were bared, but that meant nothing to Kazifel. The doll twitched an anger and frustration as he turned around slowly. "You don't understand at all," he growled. "You don't UNDERSTAND!"
Kazifel would have lunged forward and used his power if it had crossed his mind, but he wasn't annoyed with the horse nearly enough to think about punishment. He was frustrated. It was an emotion, of course, but this wasn't what Kazifel wanted. He wanted to be able to touch, smell, and taste again. The horse had hardly lost that. Kazifel he doubted the horse had lost as much as he had. Everything.
"No wonder you're broken. You probably didn't listen. All Hearts are like that. Well... almost. But you're not an exception." This time Kazifel didn't turn his back to the equine. He knew full well that the horse couldn't break him completely, but he didn't want to be stabbed in the back by a Heart. He glared at the stallion.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 28, 2007 22:17:23 GMT -5
Oblivious to the doll’s inner turmoil, though the stallion might have said something exceedingly impolitic, Shinrai snorted through his nose again. ”Of course I don’t understand,” the horse answered flatly. ”Not only do I not have a reason to, I don’t really care.” The stallion’s body was tense, tail lashing as he eyed the doll with years of having to live on the edge of survival. Danger was falling off this one in waves due to his obsession with himself. Gads, he hated emo Cards.
”Wot do you know about anyone, especially Hearts?” the Marshdweller continued on, voice still tight. The doll had professed to being locked away in a lab for twenty years; there was no way he could get a wide range of acquaintances in any suit. And yet the man kept acting like he knew –everything- about everyone. Everyone had a past and it was almost always in direct relation to that Card’s choices; if his past was so bad, chances were high that he had decided to allow it to be so.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 29, 2007 11:05:08 GMT -5
Kazifel stared at the man. "How old do you think I am? I did have a real life before I was stuck in there. And frankly, Hearts have never been kind to me. My sister was a heart, the girl that got her killed was a heart, and the Queen of Hearts killed my sister. Now you tell me, Heart, with those three people as the least amount of contact I've had are Hearts all the same. They seem like it." He paused.
"But you don't care. So I have to wonder why you would lower yourself to talk to a club such as me. You are all egotistical bastards--or you fit the stereotype rather well. But again, you said it yourself you don't care." Kazifel through up his hands. Why the hell was he talking to him anyway? Hearts always agitated him and this one was doing especially well. Men. Kazifel simply couldn't stand men. That had to be the problem.
The doll turned around and began walking away from the equine. "You're not worth anyone's time." He muttered.
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Post by seraaches on Feb 29, 2008 16:57:58 GMT -5
The stallion's ears flattened again at the doll's words. Wot a load of bull. This whole conversation was a waste of his time and it was obvious that the other man was unwilling to listen to anything but his own inner rage. Well, forget that. The Marshdweller had moved past that unwillingness a long time ago and he wasn't going to be pulled back into it just because this freakin' unliving -doll- was still too caught up in his own anger.
Forget that.
Even though he might want the last word, it, again, was just very much not worth his time to try to get it. He had met a few others like this Kazifel and they were so determined to remain locked in their world of anger and rage that nothing anyone else said would make a difference. Wot freakin' ever.
With his feathers ruffled, as it were, the stallion just let the doll walk off as he turned and did the same.
(( Gomen, dear; just seemed like i should finally get around to closing this. xD;; ))
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