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Post by perf on Sept 9, 2007 0:43:46 GMT -5
 Tamaska busily shoved her nose through a drawer of flasks, loud snorts could be herd through the clanking of glass. Syringes full of mysterious liquids could be seen through her black and blue fur like sinister, arcane jewelry, however she gave no notice that she felt them at all. "Aha!" She exclaimed, and she pulled a flask full of a purple substance out of the drawer. She then shook herself vigorously, revealing many syringes hanging from her skin that had a moment ago been hidden by thick fur. Turning to pick through her fur, she touched several syringes on her shoulder before diving to look through her tail. She finally pulled out a syringe from near the base of her tail, it had a tiny bit of blue liquid in it. She deftly uncorked the glass full of purple liquid and drew a precise amount of it into the syringe. She heated it momentarily over a fire she contained in a wide beaker, then sighing happily stabbed it back into the base of her tail where it remained for later use. Stepping outside of her dingy tent, she glanced around, searching for her perfect subject. She squinted her eyes, considering her options. She then set down a trail, the syringes bouncing happily off her sides. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 10, 2007 13:58:07 GMT -5
The residents of Corvistowne could catch anyone off guard. Theofilus was just as surprised as any outside. If it weren't for his job he wouldn't have traveled this far. It was for the sake of expanding his business, at least that is what he told himself. He was sure that people could easily ship medical supplies from here directly, and that possibly the could use another small business. He just needed to find the person he discussed the proceedings with. However, the intelligent residents of Corvistowne were terribly intimidating. Not only were they intelligent, he gathered that they were willing to do all sorts of unsavory things for the sake of their chosen art. The idea of tubes sticking out every which way made Theofilus' stomach churn. His feathers ruffled as someone passed by. He spun around to spy a dog with... syringes sticking out from her fur. He wasn't sure he wanted to ask her for directions, but there wasn't anyone else around. He choked on his words at first but he recovered enough to cough out, "I'm sorry miss! Could I perhaps ask you for directions?" |
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Post by perf on Sept 11, 2007 13:15:12 GMT -5
Tamaska turned as she heard someone call to her. She could hear the fear and disgust he was trying to hold back in his hail, and as she turned her thoughts were on the syringe of poison she still needed to try out. Tamaska held no respect for those who judged instantly, for this feathered creature knew nothing of her life, nothing of her interests, and how, if he knew nothing, could he be so quick to judge? Sure, she lived in Corvistowne, but must all who live in Corvistowne be condemned to looks of fear and shock wherever they went? Tamaska could just as easily take a look at this Selkie bird and from his gaudy spectacles decree he was nothing more than a reserved bookworm. For now, however, she reserved her judgements on him.
Putting on a matronly smile, if only for the sake of gaining the confidence of her next subject, Tamaska greeted the scholarly bird with what she hoped was an authentic act of glee.
"Why of course, my good sir! Whatever you wish to ask of me, I am here to help." She quickly snagged the bird with one arm, drawing him into a hearty one armed hug. She released him, and bending down to his eye level stared into his spectacles and asked "So, where is it you're headed today, young lad?" Her expression one was of eager awaiting, as if genuinely interested in where he was headed.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 11, 2007 20:45:40 GMT -5
(OOC: >_> Again, really sorry, a group of people are practicing a play in the room that I'm typing in, and it's the only place I can get internet.)
And suddenly Theofilus found that he was being hugged by a complete stranger who was probably pretending to be cheery. Well, he probably hadn't made a wonderful impression on anyone in Corvistowne. "I apologize for stopping you, I obviously have no idea where I'm going."
At least she seemed remotely sane, that was always good. Then again he could be wrong, you could never tell from meeting some random stranger on the street. "I'm sorry, but could you possibly direct me in the right direction. I'm looking for someone name Alte."
He tired not to look like an idiot, he tried not to feel like an idiot. But he did. How could he not be intimidated? "Anyway, I do apologize for stopping you like this. I'm quite sorry." He didn't want to seem like a pompous idiot.
On the bright side he kept his eyes locked on hers. He wasn't paranoid, she wasn't about to pull out a syringe and stab him, he was pretty sure. He hoped. Then again he had never dealt with someone who had syringes sticking out of them... it was distracting in the least bit.
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Post by perf on Sept 12, 2007 23:02:55 GMT -5
[OOC: No problem! Sorry if I'm slow to respond, I have a lung infection and am sleeping a ton. Theofilus is great!]
[IC]
Tamaska grinned at the bird, pulling off her best imitation to be jovial. She had done this many times before, and she found she was able to make 'friends' this way quite easily.
"Hmm, Alte? I don't believe I've heard of an Alte around here. But you're still in the outskirts, there very well may be one more in town. I can escort you, if you like. Some people here wouldn't hesitate to steal a feather or two off of you, if you know what I mean!"
She gave him a hearty wink and a nudge from her elbow. She almost sickened herself with her antics, and decided to calm it down a bit.
"If you like, I have a map inside my tent. I can go get it, or you could come with me."
She looked at him again, and she could still see his hesitation. She knew he was staring at her syringes, but she didn't blame him so much, as that's what most people saw when they looked at her.
"Well look here, I haven't made a proper introduction! My name is Ska, I'm a medicinal here. I, as you can tell, like to carry my cupboard with me, although don't be intimidated! If you have a heartattack right now you'd be glad I do!" She gave a loud chuckle, and was pleased with the authenticity.
"So, what is your name, my good sir?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 13, 2007 11:06:42 GMT -5
(( OOC: *hugs* take your time. >_> lung infections are awful. ))
Something this happy was probably fake. Fantastically fake. He had to pull himself together and put his best act on as well. He wasn't going to be out shined--even though medics had wonderful beside manner.
Stealing his feathers eh? Was she trying to do that herself? Should he bother to take the risk. Strangers always put him on edge.
"It's night to miss you Ska," he bowed his head a little to show respect. "My name is Theofilus."
He stopped staring at her syringes and looked into her eyes. He felt guilty. It was like he was looking down on her and not treating her like a proper lady. Bad Theofilus. Bad. All women deserved respect. "You said you have a map of the town? I would like to see it, but I have to pose the question: why would you have a map when you live in this town?" It didn't sit well with him. None of this did. Why hadn't Alte given him any directions? Bastard.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 9, 2008 13:17:09 GMT -5
(( OOC: >_> so I'm considering this thread dead, and not responding unless Perf magically pops up for a post. ))
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