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Post by Bee on Aug 27, 2008 0:47:53 GMT -5
Mnem raised an eyebrow at the girl. Well, that cleaned up the matter. Men were indeed the root of all terrible, terrible evil. She hoped her own weak, worthless father was rotting in a ditch somewhere.
"Charming," she said. "Well, don't let that get you down. Someday you'll get out of the Gardens, build a shady life for yourself built on lies and alcohol, have a litter of unwanted children and a mad room-mate, and it'll be a grand old adventure."
But perhaps she was scaring the kid. She should save the terror for after they've had a nice relaxing drink or seven. The kid was pretty easy to talk to; they could have a pretty good time while Mnem was in town.
"Take my advice, though. The Gardens women have one thing right: producing spawn with men leads inevitably to all manner of unpleasantness for all parties involved. Find yourself a nice girl." She paused. "A nice sane one."
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Post by Ry on Aug 30, 2008 1:34:42 GMT -5
(Damn, but Mnem is good for my back story.)
Souris laughed, delighted at the archness of her speech, all but clapping her hands in delight. "Oh, I'd adore to get out of the Gardens, and build a life for myself." She didn't think the woman was being serious about her room-mate. And, as for the rest, that did sound like grand adventure, however blase Mnem was being.
She blinked, as the older woman repeated the old saw about reproduction, and men. That sounded faintly bitter. Almost, as if..."You sound like you're speaking from experience," she half-queried, frowning. Actually, she'd have taken that as first hand advice, from anyone but a Eumeleia. She recollected all too clearly the convictions voiced by the Misses Eumeleia.
The miles must have passed quickly with the conversation, however, because she saw, or thought she saw, the beginnings of the edge of the vineyards that surrounded Inheritance, and she felt the rise of anticipation, as she neared.
But she kept her focus on the conversation. She didn't think a nice sane girl would want her...A man, however, definitely would. "Men have lower standards," she argued. Grand Aunt had skillfully concealed her mother's dalliance with her father, but there was, and always would be, a shadow of a doubt. One that would follow her woman she picked.
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Post by Bee on Aug 31, 2008 0:00:22 GMT -5
"Then they should be dating other men," she replied easily. Every man, deep down, knew that he was a worthless piece of shit. Women lowered themselves to cavort with them. Not the other way around. Mnem almost laughed--she was hardly back in the Gardens and everything was rushing back to her as easily as a lost old accent. Which was actually returning also, the more she talked to Souris. Damn, she needed to get out of here soon.
She shrugged elegantly. "It's easy to leave. Develop a useful skill to base a career on, pack your bags, and slip out in the dead of night. That is the best way to do it...speaking from personal experience." She glanced away from the mouse and ahead, raising her eyebrows at the sight of the vineyards in the distance. Anything related to alcohol cheered her immensely. "Oh, that's lovely," she said admiringly. "Your place?"
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Post by Kiki on Sept 1, 2008 10:39:57 GMT -5
Bee and Rynnie 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 Ry on Oct 19, 2008 7:30:15 GMT -5
Souris noted that Mnem had not answered the tentative half-query, and wondered. But she tactfully let the slight evasion slide. She hadn't wanted to know that badly. The woman was proving to be a remarkable companion, supplying her with startling insight into the outside realms, and the mouse didn't want to antagonize her.
She couldn't help giving Mnem a oblique glance at her words, however, turning her advice over in her mind, before asking her companion somewhat awkwardly,"Would you say that poisoning would be a useful skill?" She didn't know what the woman would think. Being that, while poisons and addictives was frequently an interest among the Gardeners, Cards seldom brought up the topic in conversations. Especially not in Society.
But the admiration her guest had for the vineyards surrounding Inheritance diverted her, momentarily. "Yes," she said, infusing that one word with a world of love and pride. Beaming, she led the woman past dense vines of Chardonnay, edged with Pinot blanc, graduating into Auxerrois blanc and Pinot Noirs cultivars, toward the beautiful villa she'd dubbed Inheritance.
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Post by Bee on Oct 21, 2008 16:16:00 GMT -5
She looked at the girl curiously. Well, she wasn't going to lie and say it wasn't a useful skill. After all, Mnem herself bad built a nice little trading empire based mostly on the toxic flora of the motherland. Salves and other little potions were also on the market, but they never sold as well as the poisons. Killing never went out of style, she supposed.
She smirked. "You could make a good living off it, yes. It's made me quite a wealthy woman." A very wealthy woman. Mnem could afford to be living in a much better place than a run-down apartment building in the dank ghettos of Capital City, but her home had the great benefits of being huge, outside the scope of police vision, and having a nice foreboding atmosphere. That kind of thing was hard to purchase in upscale neighborhoods. "You have an interest?"
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Post by Ry on Nov 30, 2008 0:58:17 GMT -5
Souris scampered forward, up the stairs, laboriously, for the luxury villa had been designed for bipedal and human forms, and the stairs were steeper, and meant for longer legs than her own. She reached gingerly for the stubborn door knob, wrapping both paws about it as she attempted to open the door.
She paused, startled out of wrestling with the door knob, half-turning to look at Mnem. The woman looked serious. "You could make a good living off it?" she repeated, half-dazed, staring almost unseeingly at the delicate blooms that graced the windows, softening the stark glass panes. Had these been the answer, all along? The open secret of the Gardens?
Her paws slid limply off the polished brass, as her mind grappled with the concept, and she nodded almost automatically in answer to Mnem's question. The deadly beauty native to the Gardens greatly facinated her, and she was always eager to learn, particularly to delve into the potential the more addictive plants offered.
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Post by Bee on Dec 20, 2008 2:48:42 GMT -5
Mnem was a little amused by the way the mouse zeroed in on profit. If she had a good head for business and a complete lack of moral code, it would serve her well. "Certainly. People are assholes, darling. Every damn one of them. I'm an asshole; your neighbors are assholes; I'm sure if you looked hard enough you'd see that you were one too. Never underestimate what they'll pay for the ability to do horrible things to one another."
It functioned well as both a business and life philosophy, she'd found.
She shrugged. "It took me a lot of years to learn everything I know. But barring any major difficulties, such as a fundamental lack of talent, all you really need is a good teacher and massive quantities of time," she said, pleasantly. She considered throwing something in there about loving nature, but that was just trite.
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Post by Ry on Dec 27, 2008 0:15:17 GMT -5
Souris was definitely paying attention now. Inheritance was completely self-sufficient, of course, but she made barely enough to get by. She might not need to be filthy rich, but profit and wealth never hurt any Card, either. She was definitely ready and willing to sacrifice the over-glorified concepts that passed for morals and ethics, to escape the stifling family name.
She looked thoughtfully at Mnem. She was young enough that she could afford to spend years learning a skill that, if Mnem were to be believed, would always be readily marketable. "I have time." She answered immediately, "But I don't know if I've the talent." She was sure that a suitable teacher could be arranged, if need be.
Although, no doubt the arrangements would be facilitated far more easily if she didn't keep her guest hungry and thirsty on the threshold. She turned back to the door knob, determinedly, and actually managed to succeed in opening the damned door. She turned to gestured Mnem forward courteously, holding the door. "Please, come in."
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Post by Bee on Dec 29, 2008 19:21:30 GMT -5
Mnem shrugged. "You'll just have to try your hand at it, then." She smirked slightly. "It's not like you lack for plants around here."
Speaking of trying one's hand, she had been about to offer her own more dexterous hand to the task of getting in the house (one of the more useful reasons for attaining a form, she'd found; once she'd gotten her bipedal form, she'd wondered how she'd ever managed to get along without thumbs) when the mouse finally succeeded; she went in.
"Thank you." She glanced around. Nice set-up she had here, though she really shouldn't have expected less of a vineyard. Souris had lucked out as far as living arrangements were concerned. And businesses, come to think of it. Cultivating one's own wine could have saved Mnem a lot of money over the years; she wasn't quite sure why the mouse would want to do anything else.
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