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Post by Greenie on Feb 18, 2008 16:42:16 GMT -5
"Well. Well. ... Well!" He sputtered, unable to form a coherent sentence. Really now, what had he done that was so hysterical? If he couldn't remember it couldn't have been overly important, now could it? Casey always remembered the important things, like Gaston.
Who could forget Gaston? He was just so amazing!
The poodle spent a few minutes daydreaming heroic dreams about himself and Gaston as Peaches continued to laugh hysterically, but when she spoke he snapped out of it once more.
What about his name now? "My name is Casey, do you have a problem with that?" The poodle inquired, affronted and confused. "What? Now, now, fair maiden, it does you no good to lie to the great Casey, for I can always sense a liar." He leaned forwards towards her in order to stare at her suspiciously.
Casey did in fact have less of a memory than a goldfish, but it was no importance to him to remember this, so he thus forgot.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 18, 2008 20:59:28 GMT -5
Peaches snorted. "You're worse than Gaston, honestly. At least he can remember my name for more than five seconds. Then again... I'm not to sure." Of course, it never occurred to the feline that using that man's name was a really bad idea. At least he wasn't like Satan and showed up as soon as you said his name.
That would be absolutely terrifying. In fact, if Peaches ever decided to bolt it would be because of his appearance. That or she would stand there completely dumbfounded. She wasn't sure and she probably wouldn't find out. Her tail swished as she thought about the possibilities and watched the spastic poodle do whatever ever he was doing.
Good Heaven's was this man on drugs or was he just out of his little mind? Either would be a fantastic answer at this point, she couldn't really tell left from right.
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 20, 2008 18:57:32 GMT -5
"Peaches!"A good-natured, brawdy voice suddenly rang through the area, various people stopped what they were doing and looked up, startled, as an extremely large and muscular Biped came jogging down the lane. His red tunic was freshly laundered, his antlers were shined, and his teeth sparkled in the afternoon light. With a large grin covering his features, Gaston himself stopped next to the Torquehelm feline and laid a heavy hand on her shoulder. "Fancy seeing you here! I was just out and about getting a little something for our palaces princesses! Nahaha! You look lovely this afternoon, by the way..."He raised and wriggled his eyebrows at her in a oooh, come hither fashion and licked his teeth. "Who's your charmingly purple friend, might I ask?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 20, 2008 19:10:45 GMT -5
Son of a bitch. SON OF A BITCH. Peaches froze when she heard her name. It was like ice was running through her veins as her ears twitched a bit. Slowly the feline turned her head, and really did see Gaston jogging down the street.
Oh god, and he was doing the eyebrow thing. "Oh yeah. Fancy that," she muttered. She honestly wanted to run the other direction, but there was a crazy at either side of her. Thanks a lot fate. Thanks a lot. "His name is Casey, I think."
Her tail twitched with frustration. He was just... so.... guh. She hated Gaston with a fiery passion. Honestly, why did he have to treat every woman like another thing to conquest?
Now she needed an excuse to get out of here before he did something excessively creepy. He had already proved the point that he was Satan, she didn't need him to do anything else today. "I should probably be leaving soon... things to do."
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Post by Greenie on Feb 20, 2008 20:47:19 GMT -5
Gaston? .. Gaston. "GASTON!" The poodle shouted, then leapt up into the air as best as his body allowed him for. He then began running around the trashcan, any ideas about defeating it once more having fled at the name, and began repeating 'Gaston' over and over as he circled.
Gaston was clearly very special to the silly poodle. "Gaston is my HERO!" He shouted randomly to Peaches in amongst his chat, then screeched to a halt right in front of her in order to simply stare, his eyes gone wide. "Gaston is the greatest saver of souls, for his reach is far beyond that of mine, he is the best of the best! The most honorable of the honorable, the GREAT GASTON!"
It never occured to him that Peaches might have been insulting Gaston (if it had, he surely would have started biting her by now), for in his mind, Gaston could do no evil, including being impossibly annoying.
And then... and then Gaston CAME. He appeared in front of Casey like a vision, and all he could do was allow his eyes to widen and his jaw to drop, for what other reaction to such greatness, such glory was there than to be completely and utterly stunned? In the face of pure awesome, would you not be.. AWESTRUCK?!
The poodle threw himself at the feet of the biped, Peaches completely and utterly forgotten (again, really), whimpering softly. "Oh, the Great Gaston.. I am honored, no, no! Graced! BLESSED! I AM BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE, OH GREAT ONE!" A paw crept forth from underneath Casey's body to Gaston's foot.. but quickly retracted.
He was not worthy enough to touch Gaston. Being here was enough.
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Post by Kiki on Feb 20, 2008 21:54:58 GMT -5
Greenie, Kari and Nat 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 Nathalia on Feb 24, 2008 23:43:37 GMT -5
"Casey, huh? That's a rather nice n-"
He then lost all ability to concentrate on talking or on the pretty Feline.
He was being flattered too fast.
Excellent!
Striking a quick pose, Gaston flexed a bicep and tossed his mane.
"Oh ho? An admirer? Well, you're certainly correct, you are blessed, nahaha. But truly, it is nice to meet such a level-headed youngster, tell me, what's your name?"
He had already forgotten anything Peaches had said, releasing her shoulder and moving over toward the poodle...forgetting the Feline entirely. The poodle had a nice look about him...and from the Villa, that always hailed well about a person...as far as Gaston was concerned, he wondered if the lad had any girls about him..
"It's always good to emulate heroes, lad? Tell me, have you ever been to the palace of Hearts?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 25, 2008 4:41:10 GMT -5
Peaches had to suppress her urge of becoming violently ill. It was difficult, she gagged rather nicely as she slowly moved away from the pair. She needed to get out, she needed to run. She absolutely could not deal with the level of male... male.... she didn't even know! If her hands were loose she would have thrown them up in the air and run.
Instead she just quickly walked away. Running would attract far too much attention, even if she was forgotten. Maybe she should just go to the Palace of Hearts and hide in her room for a while. That way she wouldn't run into Gaston. Or more aptly named, Satan. She shuddered. How could someone like that exist in the world and actually manage to get affection from people. It was the one thing Peaches could not comprehend. She would rather stay socially awkward for the rest of her life than try to figure out why people liked Gaston.
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Post by Greenie on Feb 25, 2008 19:18:48 GMT -5
Casey remained where he was, as still as he could possibly be. His eyes widened further as Gaston flexed and tossed his mane--he could only dream of being so strong, so beautiful!
An admirer? Ha! More like a devout, pius worshipper! The poodle nearly interjected with the proof of his admiration, but he was stopped by the sudden request for his name.
His name? His name. His name! Gaston wanted his name! His name was not worthy, not comparable, almost unutterable around such greatness, but what Gaston wanted, Gaston got. He covered his eyes with his paws so as not to have to witness the rejection of his horrible name, then said, "It- it is Casey, oh honorable one." Casey didn't bother with his usual long string of titles, nor even '-the vigilant', which he almost always introduced himself with, for what was he in comparison to the all-knowing, all-great Gaston? Nothing! He was nothing!
Casey had completely forgotten about Peaches as well, but considering it was the second or third time already it was hardly unusual. At the second question from Gaston, Casey removed one paw in order to look vaguely confused. "The Court of Hearts, lord? No, never."
Why would he have gone to the Court of Hearts? He was a Diamond, and while his rank was nothing to scorn upon it was nothing to be proud of, either.
[[Greenie's Brain: Well, that's my quota of UTTER AND COMPLETE WORSHIP for one day.. *flops over, dead*]]
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 27, 2008 15:22:21 GMT -5
"Casey, eh? That's a good name, strong, yet reliable, I like it!" Gaston declared, letting a heavy hand fall onto the Poodle's back in a clap. He grinned and looked the other over again...he hadn't had a reliable loyal follower since he took up with Queen Serafino...he supposed they must have all been frightened off by his red-headed lover...the Queen could be just a tad temperamental.
"Well, that just won't do! Why don't you come with me? You can be my guest for dinner and I'll introduce you to a few of my friends, maybe we can go hunting later, do you hunt?"
He asked, hoping that the Villa dog was...he hadn't had a hunting partner in awhile either...perhaps this was his lucky day!
He watched the other's eyes...he did look as though he were delighted to meet Gaston...always good, and his attitude seemed right...Nahaha...
Fantastic!
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