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Post by The Jenn on Mar 25, 2008 19:33:32 GMT -5
Betsy clicked her tongue a few times and gestured for the young feline to come to her, more than pleased when Fluffy perked up and trotted over. She cooed briefly over the pretty little thing, scritching around her ears and chin, stroking the long, soft fur and smiling. She had given her treats in the past, getting them from her husband in the kitchens, and established quite a friendly relationship with the pet Ace when she was cleaning the young Queen's room. It was too bad the feline only took her treats sometimes. She would have liked a bit more meat on the girl's bones, a bit more of a plump frame. It stretched the fur over a larger area and made the pelt that much more useful. "Why don't we go to the kitchens and get you a treat then, pretty thing? Your owner said it would be alright," the older feline said with a smile. She was in her fifties and wore her age well, her voice sounding very much like that of a motherly woman. She had a litter raised and grown, living elsewhere with their own families now. Fluffy purred a little bit at the mention of her owner and followed Betsy through the palace, both of them familiar enough figures that no one paid them any mind. When they got to the kitchens, though, she glanced around and led them both into a small side room used for storage. The door closed. Then a heavy green hand clasped a drug-soaked cloth over the Ace's mouth and within a moment, she was unconscious on the floor. Betsy knelt and reached out a hand to stroke the pretty fur. "We'll need to have this one plumped up a little bit, darling. She's just so lovely, but she was always a small girl." |
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 25, 2008 19:56:23 GMT -5
Once the Ace had hit the floor, Horace released his grip and put the cloth away in a tightly sealed bag, rubbing his hands on his pants as he stood. Smiling, the tubby Jossigy Pigeon gave his wife a quick peck on the cheek.
"Righ' enough about tha', sweet-love...hasn't got enough fur on her for a decent sized coat righ' yet. Who do yeh think we should send her off to?"
He moved around behind his wife's ample fluffy frame and nuzzled at her neck as they spoke. She was the mos wonderful wife...and such good ideas....he really should take her out tonight...Geffory could cook.
He stroked at her ears and moved lightly from side to side, rms wrapped around her waist, in the estimation of a slow dance.
"I kin get her out easy enough, you know...maybe after we've gotten her all safe and tucked in...you'd maybe join me for a lite dinner at the Silver Swan tonight, love?"
He gave her a mock-rouge grin and tightened the hug for a moment before picking the Ace up gently and blowing his wife a kiss.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 25, 2008 20:09:49 GMT -5
Betsy laughed quietly and leaned back, her husband's chubby body more than enough cushioning. "Well, you know, maybe we should send her up to Danny. He always does a good job of fattening them up and keeping the pelts beautiful. And he's not too far away, so you can get her there without as much fuss. She's hot goods, after all. In a few hours, when that little Queen of hers realizes she's missing, I'm sure there's going to be a fit of epic proportions."
Smiling, she purred a little, the sound rough but warm. Such a sweet man, always willing to accommodate her whims and hobbies. "You get her out and I'll tell Geffory you're taking the night off. Then maybe I can gussy up a little bit, brush out my fur, put on a little perfume... oh yes, make sure you take a good bath before you come back. You know how that pretty smell tends to cling to this one's fur."
With a gesture of her hand, she caught the kiss and tucked it against her chest, smiling. He could be so endearing when he tried. "See you in a few hours, dearest. Make sure you keep her head up - wouldn't want to accidentally hit it against anything."
She opened the door and slipped out, gesturing for him to wait a few minutes, and went to the kitchens proper.
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 25, 2008 20:30:44 GMT -5
He chuckled deep in his chest and gave her a soft coo. "Good idea, turtle-dove, Danny's a good egg, he'll help us out, no problem."
He nuzzled her again, then let go as she began describing what she might put on for their evening out...oooh! She liked the idea!
"Good idea, I'll bathe proper, no worries. Just make sure you're sparklin' and extra beautiful by the time I get back, righ'?
He watched her catch the kiss and smiled, winking at her and holding the Ace the way she suggested, no...wouldn't want it to get a headache, that would be awful.
Five minutes later he would trot out and through a back garden gate. Heaving himself up onto one of the palace mares in the stables, he kicked her off into a quick trot...times like this made him wish he weren't too fat to fly but...hey, that's what the horses were for, right?
He would be back in a few hours, well groomed and ready for a lovely evening. The Ace tucked tightly against the saddle horn and one arm holding it secure...she would fetch a pretty price indeed...his Betsy...always had the best eye for these things...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 25, 2008 21:51:02 GMT -5
Panic welled up in Xiven when she couldn't find Fluffy in all the usual places. The sun had already fallen and she was still nowhere to be found. The feline was not happy, in fact she was close to a panic attack. She pounded on her mother's door. There was no one else to turn to. No one she could think of anyway. This was not happy this was not good. She needed to find Fluffy before something bad happened. Peaches whipped open the door to stare down at her daughter. "What the hell is WRONG with you? Did someone--"
"I can't find Fluffy! I've looked everywhere and I can't find her! I NEED TO FIND HER MOM!" Xiven found herself yelling. She darted past her mother into her room. Not really caring if she was invited or not. The woman watched as her daughter jumped onto the bed. She looked as if she was about to explode. Even though Xiven had inherited her self control, she was showing. Peaches made a nervous sound at the thought of her daughter snapping like Pravus. She would if Fluffy wasn't found soon. "Have you checked everywhere?""Mom! I checked all the usual spots and she's not here! I don't know what's happened to her! I -I-I-!" she hissed, unable to find the proper words. Grabbing the nearest thing in her mouth, she threw it across the room. It just so happened that the book hit Peaches' vanity with enough force to shatter the mirror. Oh. Well then. That was new. "I'll be right back. Don't worry, I'll find her. Just don't... throw anything." Peaches hastily exited the room, hearing another rather unceremonious crash. That was not going to be a happy mess to clean up. When had her daughter started throwing temper tantrums? As quickly as possible she ran down the hallway. She needed to find someone from house keeping... maybe she could find that nice old cat woman. After a bit of searching she spotted the familiar form. "Betsy! We need to have a little talk! I need your help!" |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 26, 2008 14:52:58 GMT -5
The two of them had gone to dinner at the Highland branch of the Silver Swan, a tad bit expensive for them most times but a very nice treat. They'd had their first married dinner in that restaurant and it held a special attachment for them both.
Walking back to her room after she left her husband in the kitchens to check that all had gone smoothly in his absence, Betsy caught sight of a human in a white straitjacket - who had just caught sight of her and flagged her down. She paused obediently and dipped her head. "Your Excellence, of course! Whatever's the matter, dear, you look to be in quite the tizzy. Calm down, tell me what happened, and maybe we can see about sorting things out."
She had a very good idea of what might have been the matter, but her face was nothing but surprised concern. It was a shame that more than one person would have to be impacted by the Ace's disappearance, but really, that coat was far too beautiful to ignore. They'd been quite careful in their planning. It was unlikely that anything would be pointing back to either her or Horace.
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Post by Satra on Mar 26, 2008 18:05:03 GMT -5
Heilyn was heading to drop off some paperwork when she'd heard a crash from... Peaches' room? Huh. Well, none of my business... she shrugged, continuing on. Then Peaches ran out somewhere and she saw Xiven looking very unhappy. Well, she did care for the young Quee, so she knocked on the door. "...Xiven?" she opened the slightly ajar door wider with her free hand as she looked in. "...you alright?" Peaches had just run off, probably to fix whatever problem had occurred, so she probably wasn't really needed by the girl, but it didn't hurt to ask. Making sure people who you like know that you cared for them was always a good idea.. Well, she'd come to like Peaches, so she figured she wouldn't mind stopping her child from throwing more things. The girl looked quite upset... and where was Fluffy? Usually the girl wasn't seen without her. Huh, well maybe the cat's just sleeping out of sight at the moment.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 26, 2008 18:13:03 GMT -5
Calm down? Yeah right. "Fluffy is missing!" Peaches started throwing her sleeved hands in the air. "And Xiven is having a straight out panic attack--or rather she's destroying my room! She broke my mirror right before I left find someone. If we don't find Fluffy soon..."
Peaches bit her bottom lip hard. Xiven was like Pravus. When she was angry she had no self control. If Xiven had gotten a hold of her axe there would be heads rolling. Literally. She didn't think the staff members would appreciate the mess. She wouldn't appreciate all the blood either.
"If we don't find Fluffy soon she's going to kill someone. I have no doubt in my mind she's like her father in that way. This... this is a disaster! Oh I just hope Fluffy is all right. If something happened to her I don't even know what would happen. She's the only thing that prevents Xiven from snapping." Peaches flailed without restraint.
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Xiven had managed to break a vase filled with roses, and several other things by the time Heilyn had appeared. Her eyes widened for a moment as she looked at the woman. She was terribly pretty with her human form... Xiven was terribly jealous.
"No... no I'm not all right. Fluffy is gone I think.... I think something horrible happened to her," Xiven took a sharp inhale of breath as she walked out of the room to properly speak with Heilyn. "A walk might be best. I don't want to destroy anything else. Oh this is just.... I need to find Fluffy."
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 26, 2008 18:20:49 GMT -5
Betsy was slightly taken aback by the flailing of the sleeves and the general aura of panic. Nevertheless, she reached out with both hands to grap Peaches's wrists, making soothing noises in the back of her throat. "It's okay, dear, it's okay... my, this is an absolute mess. Have you searched the gardens? The little thing might have fallen asleep out there, what with all the nice smells. Or the third wing? Usually she suns there, but if it set and she was still sleeping then she might be behind the curtains of one of the windows."
If the girl really was destroying her mother's room, that would be an awful mess to clean up later. She clucked her tongue and pat the feline on the shoulder. "Come now, why don't we go look in some of her favorite spots. Your daughter may have missed one of them in her alarm and that's probably where the pretty little thing's sleeping, away from all the hullabaloo."
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Post by Satra on Mar 26, 2008 18:36:32 GMT -5
This was... she'd never seen Xiven like this. Never even thought her capable of losing control like this.
"I'm going to assume your mother went through the 'You sure you checked everywhere?' bullshit, hmm?" she asked, just to be sure, being a touch loose with her language around the younger girl. As far as Heilyn was concerned, Xiven was an adult now and therefore had no qualms. When she got her answer she nodded. "Well, alright then..." she'd heard of the Ace fur trade that had become ever so popular now and been thoroughly disgusted. Could such a thing really have infiltrated the Court? DARED to do so? she bit her lip. Should she mention this...? Heilyn did not have a calming aura by any means.
No. She had to know. She stopped a servant and growled at it.
"You." The servant gave a "Who, me?" look, "Get these papers where they need to go. Now." She gave it directions and turned back to Xiven.
"You're not going to like this, but if you want a position as Queen, you will be hearing many unpleasant things in your job. Come with me to my room," they turned around and headed in that direction, "I've heard of an Ace Fur Trade that has been gaining some popularity. It's a long shot that a pet of a Court member would be affected, but let's not take any chances, shall we?" she opened the door to her room, her usual neutrality disturbed by a slight crease between her eyebrows. "Have you met my dearest Seth yet, Xiven?" She hope the Bat was not stoned or drunk yet. What a first impression that would make.
"Seth! C'mere! I have something for you to do!"
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