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Post by Nako on Oct 27, 2009 16:41:49 GMT -5
"Migad! You've stretched yourself thin it sounds! Here.. have a sip before you head up. It'll settle you." Zuberi exclaimed as she set the juice down on the low slung table.
"You're not a bother at all, really." She assured him, though she -did- light a stick of incense to attempt to drive off some of the smell. It didn't chase the scent away entirely, but it distracted the nose enough to not notice it as much.
Once she was done with that, she pulled a chair up to sit in it, taking her own cup in hand to take a sip out of it. She'd fixed her guest's brew in a wider cup that he could drink easily without the aid of hands. "Whichever mage made those pins certainly made a lot of them. I know two other people with those wings." Zuberi offered conversationally.
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Post by Kitty on Jul 17, 2010 11:20:10 GMT -5
He nodded up to her gratefully as the weariness started to settle it's self into his bones... at least it felt like it to him anyhow. Whoever decided to put backlash on basic suit abilities should be strung up really .... but he didn't think there was anyone to blame and he was too tired to care about much except for the juice in front of him. It felt cool and comforting as it hit his tongue and slid down his throat.
At the mention of wings though he tensed up and paused in lapping up the liquid before relaxing again. The good wings, not the others .... those weren't out. He bit back a sigh of relief as he peered up at her, trying hard to settle a grin on his beak-muzzle.
Someone must not have liked one .... I accidentally stepped on it trying to get Nova to stop digging for 'treasure' in the trash in an alleyway. Not exactly sure why someone would toss out a magical item though, that thought was always strange to me. |
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Post by Nako on Sept 17, 2010 23:08:37 GMT -5
A small, polite smile graced her lips as he told the short anecdote about his run-in with the magical pin. Very accidental it seemed; though thankfully for the best. At least he wasn't the glutton for punishment like herself by keeping a magical chain around her waist until she became blind in one eye. Still, she didn't quite regret it; that blind eye of hers was very much a handy trait in that it enabled her to have a perfect photographic memory.
The poor boy seemed so tense and tired. Zuberi's good-natured demeanor was one that was a hassle to keep up as the worry lines creased her brow… one of the only features that could give away the age on her magically treated body. The guise of youth.. ah, but she didn't really feel that youth. Not any more.
"Y'alright, dear? 'Haps it's time fa ya to lay down a spell."
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Post by Kitty on Mar 3, 2011 16:19:20 GMT -5
At her suggestion he gave her a little smile, something that just looked so odd on him anymore. He accompanied the look with a faint little tail wag as well.
That sounds absolutely wonderful. I might be better company when I've had a good night's sleep.
He could practically feel the weariness in his bones and he swayed a little when he got back to his paws. Gently as he could, he picked up his empty bowl and moved toward Zuberi and offered it to her. He couldn't reach the counter without getting his paws all over it, and he wasn't super certain if she'd approve of that or not.
He then watched her with a the end of his tail wagging, waiting to see where she'd be having him sleep. He hoped he didn't end up sleeping a whole day again, that happened last time he kept himself up this long. He'd feel like a bad house guest for sure. |
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Post by Nako on Mar 4, 2011 13:33:30 GMT -5
Taking the bowl from the young man, she offered a last smile before allowing him to wander off to bed. She stood at the base of the stairway for a few moments more before letting out a long sigh as she went to the sink to wash the dishes.
The next morning, Zuberi would not bother waking Brokat. Being a club herself, she knew too well the effects of pushing oneself to the limit. Her own breakfast was a light one of fruit and a biscuit before setting forth on a task that left the house… rather clean. Baking soda in little bags were left out to absorb the odd smells that seemed to emanate from the poor creature upstairs.
Unsure of when he -would- wake, she made a point to leave out a basket of biscuits, and a sign on the cooler that stated:
'Went to market. Sliced meat in the cool box along with juice. Weed in the pantry if you need it.
xoxo
Zuberi
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Post by Kitty on Mar 4, 2011 23:40:15 GMT -5
He didn't know how long he'd been asleep really, but it had been good sleep until a certain troublesome issue decided to present it's self and wake him from his ability induced slumber. Those cursed wings; a 'gift' from the Carvie's that had found it rather fitting to kidnap him, use him for their experiments, drug him and then dump him off somewhere for his mother to have to help find him with his communication ability, burst out from below his shoulder blades. Pain shot through him and his oddly shaped body twisted and his toes curled when he cried out, sure he'd woken Zuberi up.
He laid there for a moment, panting a little before rolling onto his belly and hoisting himself out, shooting a glare to his ugly, decaying, bat wings before trotting down to see what was going on downstairs. His little tufted ears perked as he wandered around, looking for any signs of anyone and the slightest little pout crept onto his beak/muzzle until he noticed the note.
In a very canine manner he tilted his head to the side and read the last bit of the note again. Weed in the pantry? Did she really eat things like... dandelions and morning glories or what? Weird. He did, however, take advantage of the offer of food and was quite careful to place everything back where it had been and clean up any crumbs or mess he might have made. She'd left from a clean house and he aimed for her to come back from one.
He munched on a sandwich and sat in the middle of the kitchen, odd blue eyes roving over the inside of her home in silence. |
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Post by Nako on Mar 4, 2011 23:51:52 GMT -5
Food! Food. Stinky ugh. Food.
The sounds of contented clucking could be heard under the table as the tiny ace peered out to snatch little crumbs that fell on the floor. Peck peck, hide again. Waiting… then again, his beak making audible sounds against the wood floor. If he was trying to be sneaky, he was failing terribly at it.
Stinky. Good thing Charlie was a bird and not a dog. He might have been more offended by the smell. A few moments passed where no crumbs dropped. The Ace made a series of churring and clucking noises before he ever so carefully peered up at Brokat.
Foody food time? Feed he pretty ace? He shuffled his feet, his thin chain rattling against the floor.
Big thing for sure. Tall and such. Didn't smell good, but Zuberi approved yes? Yes. He was supposed to be here, so Charlie approved. He wouldn't make angry noises or peck at his toes or anything like that. Person had food. Food yes? Charlie wanted food. Charlie wanted the people food bad.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 5, 2011 0:13:44 GMT -5
He'd been a little alarmed the first time he'd heard the rooster's beak tapping at the floor by his feet, but once he'd actually saw the source of it.... that little bit of fear dissipated. He watched the little thing move from it's hiding spot to where his little crumbs fell as back again with interest and a little underlying delight. She had an Ace now? That was kind of cool.
Finally he was just down to a bit of biscuit on his second sandwich, one was definitely not going to fill a canine with the amount of mass he had, and he paused, pondering.
He chuckled lightly and waved the biscuit piece back and forth, trying to tantalize the little creature.
Do you want the biscuit buddy? Can you do any tricks?
He broke a little piece off and dropped it, hoping to entice the bird to do something interesting even more. At least this time when he waved the remaining biscuit, the bird would know he wasn't lying about sharing it. |
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Post by Nako on Mar 5, 2011 0:20:02 GMT -5
Tricks? Why did he feel he should know that word? Generally when people waved food over his head, he wouldn't get any until he did something. Cause and effect; that was something the little ace could understand. His feet shuffled beneath him with anticipation, bolting to the dropped morsel and wolfing it down. He looked back up, expectant.
Hm. Seems he'd have to work for this last bit. He came out from underneath the table, a series of clucks and burrs a near constant noise coming out of him as his silly little ace mind seemed to be working behind those beady black eyes. Finally, the bird fell over as if struck, one wing splayed out oddly and legs sticking up in the air. Normally he was supposed to do this when Zuberi clapped her hands and said 'Bam!', but perhaps this would suit his purpose.
A second passed of dead silence (lol) before the gentle sounds of clucking came from him, though slightly muted as he made an effort not to make noise. One eye opened to look up at the Lowlander expectantly.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 5, 2011 0:27:50 GMT -5
He watched the chicken for a moment, thinking that he might not understand that word.... until of course he fell over and played dead. He watched him for a moment, yup, chest still rising and falling, and then his tail started to wag in earnest. What a delightful little thing!
He pinched off another piece of biscuit and tossed it down to the bird.
Here yuh go! Know anymore for the last piece?
His ears were perked, his tail was wagging and his eyes were bright with amusement, it was a rare time indeed to see the triple breed in a positively gloomless state, and he liked this feeling. He just hoped Zuberi wasn't strongly against giving table scraps to her uh, pets. He didn't want to get in trouble himself, nor get the cute little thing in trouble for begging, so he simply tossed the last piece down trick or not. before placing both his paws back on the floor, just in case she would be back soon. |
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