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Post by miyusana on Nov 25, 2007 7:03:18 GMT -5
‘This creature?’ Finwë thought with a large frown on his face. He looked over to the stallion for help, to say something or to even be taken back by the way that the mouse was speaking to him. However the stallion looked content with these words. He could in no way understand how this mouse had friends. He was mean, cold, and yet this stallion was being nice to him. What could this red “creature” had done to make himself friends at all? There was no way that he could have been nice at all Finwë was sure of this.
“How do you even make friends?” Finwë frowned at the mouse. “How could some one know that they are your friend?”
Finwë started on before another word could be said. “I mean, it seems like to me that you attack a nice person if the greet you. I hope a youngling does not smile, their small little heads would roll.”
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Post by seraaches on Nov 25, 2007 7:31:54 GMT -5
The lower-ranked Card seemed terribly annoyed with Aderlass for some reason and Shinrai found himself wishing he’d come in just a little bit earlier. Of course, the mouse didn’t seem any happier about their association with the Ville resident, but from Finwe’s speech, Rai could guess wot sort of greeting the bird had received.
”Yes, for a mouse he doesn’t seem very timid or meek as one would expect, does he? Perhaps there’s something in the water in Morganberry. I haven’t met any others, though, so I’m not sure if it’s simply a trait of our friend here or if it’s something more widespread.”
The stallion had little against lower-ranked Cards, though he did appreciate them better when they acted in regard to their rank rather than how wonderful they felt themselves to be. Too many arrogant beasts around for sure; he purposefully kept his mind from straying to a certain tri-coloured canine.
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 25, 2007 8:05:02 GMT -5
He glared at both the bird and horse for a moment, deciding how to take their teasing. “I make friends easily enough and one knows when they are blessed with the rare event.” The mouse finally snapped back towards the purple bird. He took a few sips from his drink then continued, “And the younglings’ heads do roll nicely.”
Anyone who had over heard his last comment might think that he was being serious, though on the inside the mouse was having a hard time to keep a straight face. The idea of someone’s head rolling because of a smile they had offered him amused him, cheering up his mood a little.
“As for your information, Whip, there is nothing wrong with being a Morganberry.” he retorted back to the horse. He could not believe the horse was taking the side of the newbie over that of his, even if he was in a fouler mood then normal.
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Post by miyusana on Nov 25, 2007 8:49:57 GMT -5
Nothing was making sense any more he just walked to talk with someone in a bar like when his family would speak about all the different types of things they have seen and spoken to they have met though their ways and now when had just wanted to speak to just a mouse, that’s all and it bit him in the back it the end.
Then something clicked in his head, ever so slowly. Finwë’s eyes went wide as he stared in shock at the mouse.
“Youngling’s head do roll nicely?” he repeated slowly. “You are evil. No wonder you making friends is rare, everyone runs when they see you coming!”
Now Finwë wish that it was the stallion was the one that he meant. The mouse was mean and odd. So much so Finwë even decided that was not going to add to Whip’s joke about the mouse’s home.
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 25, 2007 9:05:59 GMT -5
His mood was greatly lightened by the birds’ stark response to his answer. He laughed out loud causing a few of the near by customers to glance their way, not that he cared. It was not that often that he seemed to get such a reaction from someone and he took a liking to the bird.
“I am sorry to have to inform you of this; however, it appears that you have made your way onto the small, but still visible, list of people that I like. It is a fate that I am dreaded of informing you about, because it has seemed that those who make it onto it do not find their way off of it easily. At least not with their life anyway.”
He chuckled again, causing it to be muffled by the mug he lifted to his lips. He was exaggerating, of course. He loved the bird’s reaction so much he wanted to see what else he could elicit out of the creature. No . . . person. The bird had definitely upgraded himself in his eyes.
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Post by miyusana on Nov 25, 2007 9:58:28 GMT -5
Finwë never wanted to hurt someone more in his life. First he’s snapped and treated like dirt and now, he was a friend? This guy needed help, why did he have to always pick the crazy people to speak to? Well this one time anyway.
Finwë opened his mouth to speak but shut it taking a sip of his drink then spoke. “You are the strangest person I have ever met,” he didn’t add that he did not meet a lot people. “After all of that you want to friends?”
Thinking over what the mouse had just said he frowned “However thinking about what needs to be done to get this ‘list’ of yours I think I can handle it.”
Even if the bird did not seem happy he was. He was glad that he was not about to attack the mouse and make a foe, he got a laugh a friendship, maybe even two.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 25, 2007 22:50:11 GMT -5
Shinrai gave a low snort of amusement at the exchange. It was a great deal more fun to just sit and watch the two lower-ranking Cards have it out at each other verbally than to participate a great deal himself. It was a nice change from his usual run-ins that involved snarky comments (directed at him) and near fights. And, of course, drinking way too much and ending up in places he didn’t want to be. Nope, this was a great deal more fun for him and a very nice change from the normal for him.
Aderlass’ comments about a friend list was rather odd and the stallion had to wonder where exactly he stood on it. Immediately after that thought, however, came the realization that he really didn’t want to look too closely at Aderlass’ list of friends or even the criteria to becoming one. He would just let it stand as is.
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 25, 2007 23:48:10 GMT -5
He was amazed at the change in attitude this confrontation had brought him. He had come here in very foul mood, memories riding him hard, in hopes of drowning out his sorrows so that he could forget. Now he was sitting here with a purple bird who was now a friend and a bright green horse who he considered close.
“Do not think of yourself to highly chirp, the only reason that you are on my list is that I admire your spunk. I do not think that it should be taken as such a big thing. Though with that attitude of yours, I am just as amazed as you that even you have friends.”
At the horse’s snort of amusement he looked over towards him. He arched an eyebrow daring the stallion to voice what he found so amusing. “What do you think of this fellow here?” the mouse asked Whip, curious about his opinion.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 2, 2007 11:10:08 GMT -5
Kasatsu, Miyusana, 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 Dec 2, 2007 21:28:33 GMT -5
"Perhaps you're his first one," the stallion suggested lightly, instead of answering the questioning glance from the mouse. He would keep those thoughts to himself, thank you very much. He wasn't entirely certain who he'd consider a friend; perhaps Aderlass, maybe Elias. Both Clubs; now that was an amusing realization. Perhaps he had a predisposition towards the lower Suit. Of course, if he did, it was based solely on Elias' influence.
The stallion glanced over at the purple bird thoughtfully, as though weighing the man's worth against some unseen standard. "He seems all right," the horse finally said easily. "And he seems willing to put you in your place." Whip chuckled softly as he smirked at the mouse. "He'll make a fine friend for you. There are certain reminders that you often need." The Marshdweller continued to grin in amusement.
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