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Post by Greenie on Mar 10, 2008 18:28:19 GMT -5
"What?" The ferret replied questioningly. Was he--was he really going to simply leave despite Osias' sleeping status?
Well. That was one way to avoid questions.. and, really, he hadn't been able to actually play with someone for a long, long time. Saethre had stopped being entertaining years ago, Aphasia and Chiari had never really clicked with him.. but here was Mo, ready to annoy some adults with him.
Hell if he was going to say no!
Mia watched him unlock the door with a heavily amused expression; he certainly wasn't going to do it for him, despite the fact that it would have taken the ferret less than half the time to do so.
"Let's start with the balconies, shall we? You'd be surprised at how many people are dumb enough to walk under them..." With a satisfied smirk, Mia tore out of the room, not bothering to see if Mo was following him or not.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 10, 2008 19:09:51 GMT -5
Of course he was going t simply leave his mother's sleeping form and go exploring, why wouldn't he? He'd been stuck inside the rat's head 24/7 until this point and he seriously needed some time away. And the door thing? Well, he had a great love of doing things the creatively awkward way ever since he'd been taught how to create things out of the darkness, Mia would see far more of said tricks in the future as well.
Mo was at the ferret's heels until, well, he discovered stairs. He had never in his life encountered stairs before and skidded to a stop when he saw that the ground just seemed to vanish. Or, rather, fell into an ungraceful heap at the head of the stairs. He gathered himself up quickly enough and, after curling his tail into an S shape, gingerly trotted down the stairs with as much grace as he could muster. Stairs were... .strange.
_____(Time Warp A Few Years_____
Ungh, it had taken the rat forever to finally fall asleep tonight! Whatever he was working on now made him keep stranger hours then usual and Morpheus was stuck playing the 'good' boy that he was. He'd very nearly fallen asleep himself as it was quite difficult to pretend to sleep for hours on end without actually doing it. However, he was free now and running as fast as his fairly short legs would carry him. He was running late tonight and certainly hoped Mia hadn't simply gotten bored waiting for him and gone home or, worse yet, went to go cause trouble without him.
He snuck out the 'secret' exit his mother used when he came and went and shut the door behind him and raced through the grass and along the outside wall of the palace until he reached the precise spot he needed. He didn't have time to try and climb tonight and thus he activated one of his most used abilities and hovered above the ground a moment before quite literally flying up the wall. He was quite proud of this ability, as he hadn't seen anyone else in the court use it, and thought nothing about it. Except he'd learned the hard way to remember how much time he had, he didn't ever want to repeat that episode that Mia certainly hadn't aloud him to live down.
Soon enough however, he was making his graceful landing on the roof and peering around the darkness for a rather familiar and rather vibrantly colored form.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 10, 2008 19:22:46 GMT -5
Dysthymia had been waiting for nearly 20 minutes before the weasel had shown up; but that suited him just fine. He was busy fixing the net he'd swiped from a closet that was going to hold the fruit they were going to nab eventually. He was purposefully waiting in a particularly dark corner, so he could surprise Mo, once he arrived.
As soon as he saw the form appear from below--must he always use that annoying flight ability? One of these days, Mia was going to just tackle him mid-air, and see what he did then--he grabbed a tomato he'd saved from his lunch and shot it at the weasel's head. "Late as always, my dear." His tone was more teasing than chiding, though he was annoyed that his limbs had begun to stiffen from sitting for so long.
"If we don't hurry, the kitchenmaids are going to be in there to start cleaning for breakfast, so come on!" The ferret immediately grabbed the net he'd been adjusting and slung it over his back before he scampered off over the roof towards the kitchen windows, expecting the younger boy to follow like he usually did.
Once they were over the kitchen portion of the roof, he simply lowered himself off and down the edge and climbed in through the one window that was always cracked this time of year. (Clearly, this was well planned.) He set the net on the floor next to the pantry, and motioned Mo over. "You get the fruit and toss it down; I'll keep watch." Mia immediately started looking for something reflective--upon spying a pot, he grabbed it and set it next to him. For one, with the little light there was it was enough to tell him if someone was coming.. and if they had time to hide. Not that there would be, because Mia had planned this down to the last second, but people had been known to want snacks.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 10, 2008 19:43:21 GMT -5
He was peering about the roof when something collided with, and splattered on, the side of his face. He let out a strange, somewhat choked sound of surprised and rocked back landing squarely upon his rump. His fur bristled until he heard Mia's teasing voice coming from the darkest part of the roof and awarded his statement with a look of sheer anger, well, sheer mocked anger. He reached one clawed paw up and scraped the remains of the fruit off his face before wrinkling his nose at the scent that lingered, tomatoes were positively disgusting.
He nodded and followed Mia, the ferret always seemed to have something delightful pre-planned for them. It was harder for him to climb up and down things and his claws generally made a bit of noise, or left grooves in the surfaces he traveled over, so he was a bit slower in these movements then Mia anyhow. However, he did find a moment right before the ferret skittered to retrieve the pot to rub his face along him, wiping the tomato remnants off as best he could before the other got away.
Soon, however, he was raiding the pantries and cold cases and picking out the fruits and vegetables that were at or starting to exceed their optimal ripeness, the perfect kinds to simply ruin someone's day with. Once he'd gathered enough he hunched down over the counter, extending his long neck and spoke softly.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 10, 2008 19:52:55 GMT -5
Mia caught all the fruit tossed at him in the net, and daintily stepped around the ones that were a little too overripe and simply splattered through the net versus staying a whole piece of fruit. As soon as Mo spoke he nodded and moved the net so Mo wouldn't land on it, then offered him a hand down.
As soon as the weasel was beside him once more, he began whispering in fittingly conspiratorial tones. "So here's the deal. We're going to hit the balconies.. at the library." His muzzle expanded into a large grin. Balconies were certainly a norm, as was fruit.. but they'd never reached into the library with such potentially damaging items before. They'd have to be careful not to ruin too many books, lest the librarians go after their parents and inform them of their mischeviousness.
Well, that was really a load of crap because both Osias and Vessatha knew they were constantly up to something, but detials were really best to be avoided.
"Come on, I'll fill you in on the way." With that Mia slung the net over his back again (though much, much more carefully) and shot off towards the library at a fast trot, talking as he went.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 10, 2008 20:08:43 GMT -5
He hopped down from the counter, claws clicking on the tile. He nodded and set off after Mia, ears fully forward and swiveling a bit as he traveled so he wouldn't miss any details. The library eh? Sounded promising, also sounded more like something that would get back to the rat but what would he really do? Lecture him for an hour and then laugh it off? Precisely. Osias didn't really give a damn about him being a mischievous little scamp, he just hated the aspect that it had every potential to get he himself in trouble. And, well, it just meant that someone would come and invade his privacy as well, the rat seemed to hate that.
The plan seemed like it would run smoothly enough and, in the off chance that they were found out, he'd simply use his natural born skills in charm and persuasiveness to keep them from getting into to much trouble, it usually worked anyhow. It also helped that most didn't want to go knocking on his mothers door with unpleasant things on their tongue, therefor it wasn't generally difficult to talk them out of it with a little magic to back up his words. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 10, 2008 20:20:57 GMT -5
As an added protection, Mia had finally discovered what his Jack power was--everyone liked him. Well, everyone sans the one maid that he'd been pissy at.. she'd seemed scared of him, but that was besides the point. Were they to get into trouble, his cuteness combined with Mo's natural diamond powers would easily find them a scapegoat--it had served them well in the past and would continue in the future.
The entire Court knew they pranked, but all thought it was funny or cute or some other variation. Mia fully intended to use this experience in any future problems he might have.. you never knew when you'd need to skulk over a roof or stalk your way into the kitchens. Such things could easily be applied to other situations.
Once they reached the library he gave half the fruit to Mo and took the other half, and began setting the fruit between every-other railing, occasionally looking over to make sure Mo was doing the same thing. The lights were dimmed here, versus the total darkness of the rest of the palace; and unlike the kitchens, people were still around here. Weird magicians tended to stay up late.. but they were about to get a wake-up call they wouldn't soon forget.
The plan was to knock the fruit off at random intervals.. but not be seen, period. They weren't being noticed now--who bothered to look up to the second floor unless they were expecting to see anything? It was a challenge, but he was up to it, and knew Mo was as well.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 10, 2008 20:38:53 GMT -5
It never ceased to surprise him how easily it was to go unnoticed with a minimal amount of effort, especially when you were, er, well known for previous escapades. Maybe it was because everyone was so busy all the time? Either way it was still amusing in some way or another.
The weasel-rat did, indeed, follow Mia's lead, and once all the ripened projectiles were carefully set he peered over at Mia, green eyes dancing with delight that stemmed from his great love of mischief, and of the the fun his mind said they'd be having soon enough.
His ears sprang forward and he peered carefully over the railing and honed in on the sound of feet.... could you say first victim? He moved back, dropped to his belly and almost slithered forward, tapping one of the fruits with a claw. It slipped from the edge of the balcony, after being shallowly punctured by said claw, and plummeted down. It was the perfect one to push and they would soon be rewarded by the sound of squishing fruit and a few rather loud expletives. Damnit.... he knew that voice! |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 10, 2008 20:47:39 GMT -5
Mia dropped to his stomach much slower than his comrade; his bindings made sure his movements were slow and controlled. One jerk of his leg and the damned things would tear his ears off. He disliked having to lay on his stomach, period, as he preferred his side or his back, but in this case he really had no other option. He watched with an eyebrow raised as Mo took the initiative and sent the first projectile sailing, and nearly choked on his laughter when the indignant sputter was heard immediately.
His grin set wide, he set one of his own flying--he'd heard the man's footsteps stop as he tried to figure out where in bloody hell flying fruit was coming from, so he was in perfect position for Mia to continue to lodge fruit at him--which he did, at full speed. After he'd topped five oranges he stopped and scooted back out of vision.. in order to double over in laughter.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 10, 2008 21:01:37 GMT -5
He snickered a bit at the indignant sputter, after he'd gotten over the fact that it was actually an off duty guard. So what if it was,? He certainly couldn't reach them fast enough to catch them, he couldn't fly like he himself could! His snickering, partially hissed laughter, increased in volume as Mia continued their game.
He laughed for a bit more before he'd decided to check on the status of their victim and thus slithered forward again and peering over to discover.... nothing. He shushed Mia and listened carefully, not catching any footsteps from below either. He moved over to Mia and arched his neck to his ear, following his words with a soft snicker, he knew al lto well how loud noises directly into one's ear had a tendency to hurt.
I think he's coming up here, let's hide! |
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