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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 30, 2008 0:13:00 GMT -5
He monitored Ira's reaction noting the way he froze for a moment and then appeared normal again. "Does Nanny have a choice?" He asked, easy-going grin in place as well. "Are you going to pay me over time?"
Taking matters into his own hands he turned his attention to Dre. "As you can probably tell, our little Brother is unique." If the fact that someone who was a few years younger than the winged-mix the younger brother seemed odd to Iggy he did not show it.
"Our younger brother has special plans, plans which Ira and I are needed to aid." Okay so aid was not the proper word but it sounded much more interesting. Leaning closer to her he said in a lower tone, "He plans on killing his father, His Majesty Shinrai."
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Post by seraaches on Aug 30, 2008 0:26:10 GMT -5
Ira tossed his head lightly. "Seems like you already found your payment." He snorted in amusement and listened as Iggy explained to the woman what they were all about.
Dre tilted her head as she took in what the other hybrid said, and was very quiet for a moment. Drostan was cursing in his mind again; they were going to die, they were going to die! Someone was going to kill them for this; either these two crazies right here or someone else for aiding and abetting a plot to kill the Queen of Hearts.
The woman finally said lightly, "Isn't that a bit extreme?" Not that anyone who'd ever seen Se could doubt the hatred he held for his father. She was rather curious, however, about why exactly that man so greatly abhorred the Queen. Grandfather seemed nice enough to her.
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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 30, 2008 0:36:09 GMT -5
He gave a grin at Ira over his comment, tightening the arm that was around her shoulders for a moment. He seriously should not but it was too tempting.
At Dre's comment he gave a shrug. "I suppose so," was replied nonchalantly. "I never knew what it was that first made him decide that -" he glanced over at Ira to fill in if he knew why. "When I met him he was already set in his path. It was somewhere around then" He made a faint hand motion toward the scars that decorated his cheek. "When Ira and myself took on the task of making sure that it happened . . . but within reason." He gave another shrug.
It was sure to sound odd but he was not really sure how else to explain the situation. No one else, thus far, had seemed to understand or deal with Se.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 30, 2008 0:44:36 GMT -5
Dre let her arm slip around Ignatius' waist when his arm tightened around her shoulders and she loved how her body felt slipped up against his. He was, however, talking about some rather disturbing things. She tilted her head as she assimilated this information as well.
Drostan dropped his head and fought the urge to push it into the back of the mistress' legs for comfort. This was growing more and more ridiculous. Why didn't it occur to anyone to just lock the crazy up? But, again, he did not dare voice any of this aloud.
Ira smiled at his daughter and tilted his head lightly. Any daughter of his who had collected the head of her older brother couldn't hand a little patricide. And as expected, she finally agave a small shrug. "Well, he seems nice enough to me, but if there's any way I can help just let me know."
The Ace at her feet groaned loudly.
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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 30, 2008 0:58:23 GMT -5
At her easy acceptance of what was going on he smiled down at her. It both shocked him slightly and pleased him greatly that she seemed to be dealing with all of this so well. Not many would take the news that someone was out to kill your bloodline, especially when it was another member of that bloodline, as easily in hand as she had.
"I think we have it all under hand for now but if we need you for anything we will not hesitate to call you up." He gave her an affectionate nudge with his hip.
Looking back to Ira he turned his mind to other matters at hand. "Do you think you can keep an eye on him for a day or two?" He asked. If Ira was up to the task then he would go ahead and still head over to the Club Court for a few days.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 30, 2008 1:15:13 GMT -5
Dre's beak curved gently in a soft smile. "I'll be around." For him, she would be certain to be.
Drostan's ears were flat and he glared as hard as he possibly could at the floors in hope that it might bounce up and knock some sense into all of these idiots surrounding him. It did not, however, appear to be working. This did not please him.
Ira's tail flicked, brushing one flank then the other. "Nanny needs another vacation already?" the stallion laughed lightly. "Run away to the other Court and give El baby our greetings. Mommy's going to need to talk to him in a few days." Something flickered through the pale-coloured eyes one more time. "I'll keep baby in hoof until you get back. We'll keep the kiddoes nearby in case they need run courier to you." The kiddoes, of course, referred to Rai's newest children.
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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 30, 2008 1:37:41 GMT -5
"Well you know me, never one to disobey an order that is given." Iggy replied as he gave a mock salute to Ira. "I will be sure to pass on the greetings and message, sir. Anything I should pass onto your Uncle Aderlass?" He added for further amusement.
Turning a grin toward Dre he nudged her playfully again. "I had hoped for that. Are you willing to take some vacation time with me?" Something told him that she would be willing to but it was considered polite to ask. Though the idea of just stealing her away without a word was tempting.
His own ears flickered at Ira's last part. His own expression turned more serious in turn. "That is probably the best idea." He agreed, "We should be easy enough to contact should any need arise."
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Post by seraaches on Aug 30, 2008 1:45:13 GMT -5
The stallion, of course, would not be fooled by Iggy's 'innocence'; in this he was just like his father and his adopted brothers. They would do whatever they thought best whenever they thought it was required and even sometimes when it wasn't. "Uncle Ader is well aware of wot we think of him," Ira said lightly; there were certain people you took care of when you tugged their tails.
Dre beamed at Ignatius and then turned the smile towards her father. "I'm taking your time off," she informed him brightly, making it obvious that this wasn't a question.
Drostan let out another sigh under his breath. He hoped that perhaps he would be left behind this time, but he certainly didn't dare hold his breath. He would pass out and probably die before anyone even noticed that he wasn't breathing.
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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 30, 2008 1:58:17 GMT -5
He gave a small chuckle. "I will tell him that you say hi and send your love then." He gave a decisive nod to Ira. His father always loved to hear from those he considered to be his nephews.
At Dre's decision he gave a bark of laughter, amused by it. If there had been any doubt about who her father was before hand now there was none.
"We should probably head out if we are to get there at any decent time." He thought out loud, nudging Dre with the arm around her shoulder to start them moving. Stepping forward he held his hand out to his other Brother. "Take care." It was both a warning and a parting good bye. He knew that he could leave everything up to Ira and he would take care of it all.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 30, 2008 2:09:46 GMT -5
Ira clasped Iggy's forearm in return, dropping an ironic partial curtsy. "If anyone dies, it will be me." What exactly that meant, however, was entirely unclear. He quickly departed himself; he still had quite a bit to attend to, especially if he was to babysit the next few days.
Deirdre followed the man's prompting, waving fondly towards her father. His morbid comment did not appear to bother her in the least bit and she quite happily walked off with the Corvie hybrid.
Drostan was, of course, pulled along with them and he grumbled under his breath the entire way through the Palace of Hearts, out to the front courtyard and even right into the carriage that Ignatius called for them. He sat in the floor boards and dropped his chin onto the seat with a soft 'harrumph'.
Dre leaned over so she could put her head back on Ignatius' shoulder. "Any warnings for this trip?" she asked playfully.
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