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Post by Shinigami on Mar 27, 2008 17:58:08 GMT -5
Aphasia hadn't been to this part of the Palace before...of course, part of that might have been because Mia spent so much time there, and he'd sort of considered it "claimed" by his brother, and hadn't headed there voluntarily. But since he was being lead there, not going on his own to intrude into his brother's "territory" (probably Morpheus' territory, really, since the younger boy seemed so very familiar with it), then it wasn't his fault if he ended up there, now was it? Besides, Mia was wrapped up in his lessons with Mommy Quinn right now, about what it meant to be a proper Jack of the Courts, or something silly like that. So he wasn't going to end up in trouble, or anything like that.
And who would challenge him, in the company of a Queen? There was one thing that was still bugging him about that part, though - why was Morpheus, a Queen of Diamonds - here in the Court of Spades? Well, maybe one of his parents was a Spade, and he wasn't going to head to the Court of Diamonds until he was grown up. Aph wasn't going to ask him, especially because he was being so nice to him right now.
When they got to the room and Morpheus slipped under the bed, Aphasia stood there awkwardly for a moment, eyeing the twitching tail and wondering if he was supposed to follow the weasel-mix underneath the bed. But no, the other boy pulled back out with a...pillowcase? Something that was holding a lot of other things inside of it, at least.
"What...what's that for?" he asked, uncertain if he was allowed to ask the question, or if he should have just stayed silent.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 27, 2008 21:56:04 GMT -5
These are the things fun is made of.
Really it was just a bunch of oddball stuff he'd collected that fit into various schemes that he had been mulling over in his mind. However, he'd recently come across a rather interesting book in the library about how to make different things with... .vegetables. He reached in and grabbed a tightly sealed jar carefully, clawed paws weren't exactly the best at grabbing smooth sided objects, and held it up to the light that shone through the window. The liquid inside it was a rather pretty shade of purple, violet really, but it had obviously been in there for awhile as mold had begun to take over the top of the jar. There were also tidbits of something that may have been a cabbage at one point floating around in the mixture.
This right here, is aged to perfection.
The corners of his maw twisted up further yet and his expression just screamed mischief, or malice but really, his youthful visage just didn't have the right look to it yet to properly display malice. He tapped the jar with a claw from his other paw and leaned forward, snaking his long neck closer to the otter.
I know the most perfect test subject for this as well! |
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Post by Shinigami on Mar 27, 2008 22:59:21 GMT -5
Well, it certainly was an interesting collection, though Aphasia couldn't quite imagine what one would want with all of that stuff. Suppose something happened to it? His ears flicked back at the thought of...all of those weird things possibly breaking, or spilling, or whatever-ing all over the underside of Morpheus' bed. The mess would be absolutely horrible! ...and that was supposing that he even recognized what half of those things would do if made a mess of.
The jar in the weasel-rat's hands made him distinctly uncomfortable. Really, it was a lovely shade of purple that made him think of his own fur a bit, or the purple parts on Ari, but it was even more intense than that. If he didn't know better, he might almost think that it was...glowing. And the mold around the top made it seem even creepier. Then Aph's gaze drifted to Morpheus' expression, and he felt himself go cold. But it wasn't like he could turn and run away screaming, because this was a Queen, and apparently this was going to be...fun. Fun for who? some small part of him wondered.
"W-who...?" he asked slowly and hesitantly, though he had a feeling in his gut that he knew exactly who was going to be the test subject for whatever that was: him.
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Post by Kiki on Mar 28, 2008 12:10:12 GMT -5
Kitty and Shini 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 Kitty on Mar 28, 2008 18:33:41 GMT -5
The contents of the jar weren't actually glowing, but it was a rather fetching illusion that the sun reflecting not only off the sides of the glass jar but also shining through the violet liquid produced. He turned the jar in his claws, emerald orbs regarding it for a moment before he carefully placed it onto the ground. Now that he knew what to do with it he certainly didn't want to take the chance of spilling it.
The liquid it's self was pretty harmless, it was actually a rather persistent dye made out of red cabbage. It was rather difficult for a child, even a queen, to get the proper materials to make things that were far more fun and, well, dangerous. And the otter would be a rather dull test subject for such a thing, his coat was black violet so what was he going to do... make the violet more intense and make the otter reek of rotten cabbage? Pfft, that was boring.
He began digging through the pillowcase and removed several more items, a straw, a bag made of very thin plastic and some string. The whole time he was digging around and pulling things out he was speaking. He did, however, begin his sentence with a huff and the turning back of ears.
My mother, he's being a dick and I fully intend to pay him back.
Yes, the young Queen had a bit of colorful language splashed in there but it wasn't the worst he possessed. And this, this was way to perfect not to use against the neat freak of a rat that his mother was. Oh, the mold alone would get him, he was sure of it... not to mention the delightfully noxious odor the concoction was sure to have once he opened the jar. It was almost perfect enough to make the weasel hum, almost. |
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Post by Shinigami on Mar 28, 2008 23:58:25 GMT -5
Not him. Not him. Thank the Suits, not him.
Now that he knew he was out of impending being-experimented-upon danger, Aphasia relaxed signifigantly, his head tilted to the side as he contemplated the statement that the young Queen had made. Well, if nothing else, he had a male mother...then again, Aph had two mothers, though he knew that some people would say that Mommy Quinn was his father, but they'd never really stood on ceremony like that. Another thing that he'd learned was that said mother was, apparently, a dick. Or rather, was being a dick at that point in time; whether or not he was a dick all the time was still up to debate.
"So, what exactly does that stuff do?" he asked, still eyeing the jar cautiously, because it really did look pretty vile. The color was actually rather pretty, but he had the feeling that it wasn't worth whatever else would be involved.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 29, 2008 10:37:23 GMT -5
It doesn't do much, it's really just a dye, but a persistent one. I tested it on the tip of my tail and it didn't come off for a month. But that's when I made it, so it's been sitting under my bed for that long.
That Cheshire grin came back as he patted the lid of the jar affectionately, his claws clicking against the thin metal lid. Now that it had started to 'ferment' it should be ready for that damn rat, shouldn't it? He held the jar with one paw and carefully unscrewed the lib with the other, this task being made difficult because of his lack of thumbs, but he got it open none the less. He knew what it would smell like, rotten cabbage, vinegar and with a touch of something else rather foul, but he carefully pushed the jar toward the otter before he removed the lid as well.
You've just gotta smell this.
He would wait a few moments to see if the otter dipped his head toward the jar, and if he did he'd flip the lid off, if not he'd do a little persuading. He might not have planned to use the other boy as an experiment, but that didn't mean he was going to be completely nice to him. Oh no, he very much wanted to see the facial expression that would most certainly pop up once he'd smelled something so foul. |
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Post by Shinigami on Mar 30, 2008 14:58:59 GMT -5
That was an awfully persistant dye, though fortunately it didn't sound like it was permanent or anything. As he'd learned from watching his siblings, pranks that had permanent effects tended to get them into more trouble than things that were temporary, because then they could be cleaned up or fixed - and often, the cleaning-and-fixing part of it was part of the punishment that they recieved for whatever it was that they'd done. Of course, Mommy Vessie usually came up with something else for them to do afterward, but Mommy Quinn would stand in the background and look disapproving while her mate was around, and then curl up with them all later and give them whispered instructions on better ways of how not to get caught. Whispered because it always seemed like Mommy Vessie could hear them otherwise, even if she was halfway across the Palace.
Morpheus didn't even really need to flip the lid off of the jar so that Aphasia could smell it - as soon as the seal was broken the stink had started to float out, but since the weasel-rat was so expectant, he did dip his head down toward it. Maybe there were other smells once you got closer. Then the lid came off entirely, and the Lowlander would probably be satisfied with the result, because Aphasia jerked back almost violently from the stench that rose up. It was absolutely disgusting, and his eyes started watering as his face scrunched up, and he placed a paw over his nose in an effort to ward off some of the smell.
"Wow, that's really gross! And really strong, too. Do you think, maybe that you should keep it sealed in here so that you don't stink up your room...?" he said weakly, trying not to breathe too deeply, because he could practically taste it on the air.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 30, 2008 17:07:34 GMT -5
Oh wow, the otter fell for it, really? Maybe he was more fun then some pink and black ferret after all, or at least for the day. He curled his tail up more and giggled at the facial expression Aph had made. Yes, that's right, he giggled. The sound perked his ears for a moment, surprising him a bit, and then he coughed and began screwing the lid back onto the jar. Now that was just the manliest thing ever wasn't it?
I was hoping it'd be that foul! Oh it's just.... so perfect!
Now ... how was he going to carry this? There was certainly no way he was going to carry it in his mouth... even if it was sealed shut again. If it smelled that bad he could only imagine how awful it tasted. Nope, no way he was going to carry it in his mouth. However .... oh yes, that was a better idea wasn't it? He moved over to the otter in a very sly sort of manner, craned his neck around and all but purred into his ear whilst adding in a bit of his Diamond Charm, he'd try very hard to convince the otter to carry it for him.
Would you mind carrying that for me my dearest Aphasia?
Provided he stayed still, the weasel mix would even venture to run his claws enticingly down the older boy's spine. If that didn't get him to do something for him, well, he didn't know what would. Then again, this was just Morpheus logic and it was generally a bit skewed. |
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Post by Shinigami on Mar 30, 2008 20:03:05 GMT -5
He probably should have fallen for that particular trick, due to the trickster nature of all three of his siblings. On the other hand, he hadn't even known that it was supposed to be a trick - he'd just thought that Morpheus had wanted to give him a sense of how utterly nasty the stench was. They did that occasionally, and some times he'd even join in, bringing together the nastiest stuff they could find to discover which was the worst. Then of course, they'd go deposit the winner of the "contest" in some place where the smell could permeate everything, and then leave the rest of the entries in other, less well-hidden places to add their own aromas to the mix.
However, any further thoughts that he might have had about Morpheus' intentions were abruptly halted as the younger boy practically...curled around him, like Saethre when she wanted something from him, even if it was just to gnaw on his arm or ear. But there was something that got his attention about Morpheus' actions, that pulled him and made him listen intently to the words, and really, they made sense. As an otter, his paws were very much like hands, and even if the piercing on his left side made it difficult to reach any appreciable speed, he could surely hold it with his right front paw and keep his balance. Right?
"Sure, why not?" he said, and then shivered when the claws ran down his spine, because really, he was almost puberty, and what boy doesn't like touches like that? "I-I mean, you know where we need to go, right? So it makes sense for me to carry it..." If blushes could show through fur, it would be terribly obvious right then. Fortunately, the black hid all.
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