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Post by Bee on Nov 7, 2007 0:47:00 GMT -5
An entire mining expedition couldn't plumb the depths of her fury, Mnemosyne thought, as she stomped down the streets. She was not used to be greeted with such...insouciance. The bastard had been so deeply in her debt that years of slow repayment would not be sufficient to absolve him of it, and here he was, denying him the one simple favor she asked of him. Men. This is why she only slept with the ingrates instead of forming lasting relationships with them. Not that women couldn't be worse.
She took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself. Bitterness and hatred weren't going to help her. She knew better than that. She just needed to find a way to make the nasty little wretch regret his error. And he would.
That's when she spotted him--her dear old friend. Her spirits soared instantly.
A little brute force was in order.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 7, 2007 0:56:50 GMT -5
 The green stallion’s ears were swiveling about as usual, but the grey-green eyes were instead on the merchandise on the table. Cloaks: a sea of them which was just as well because the stallion seemed quite good at losing his. Or, at least, giving them away. He pressed that thought into the back of his mind, unwilling to think about the incident just now. He was nosing the different materials and discussing prices with the merchant in low tones, unaware of the impending doom that was bearing swiftly down upon him. The first tingle of awareness struck, but it was a mild warning in a sea of other paranoia, tough he would never admit to such a term. His ears flicked briefly in the direction of the oncoming canine, but soon moved another direction as someone else caught the attention of the guarding part of his mind. Someone drew near and he subconsciously shifted his weight, prepared to defend himself if needed. |
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Post by Bee on Nov 7, 2007 1:18:38 GMT -5
Amusingly enough, the stallion seemed to notice her approach, glancing up from his--cloak shopping? How positively wonderful; she had long figured him for the type to shift carefully through merchandise until he found the ONE that made him look the most dashing and mysterious--and looking at her like she was the apocalypse. Which was just as well. Mnemosyne did not have anything pleasant in store for him. She never did. For a moment she wondered if she would ever run into Shinrai with good intentions, but dismissed that thought out of hand. Probably not, and it didn't really bother her.
She lifted a paw and waved pleasantly.
"Shinrai!" she exlcaimed. "What a delightful surprise. I haven't seen you in quite some time." This was factually incorrect, as she seemed to run into the stallion on a disturbingly regular basis, but that was trivial really. "How are you, dearest?"
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Post by seraaches on Nov 7, 2007 1:56:14 GMT -5
Contrary to her expectations, Shinrai didn’t realize she was there until she called his name. His head came up, ears went flat and he wheeled to face her while only just keeping an instinctive squeal from issuing forth. With everyone else, he could keep his Jack of Hearts arrogance well in place; he could be cool and collected and generally able to lie his way through anything, though he tried to avoid it. You never had to scramble to remember the truth, but lies you always had to keep track of. Somehow, however, Mnem and Minh had managed to insinuate themselves into –him-, and Rai couldn’t understand his innate fear of them. He could only assume that wotever else had happened that night at the bar had been just that bad.
He had to find a way to regain his balance around these two. It didn’t look good for him to fly off the handle every time he saw them, especially since they seemed set on keeping tabs on him. Blast it all.
”Hello, Mnem.” Despite his inner vow, there was poison in his voice. ”To wot do I owe this honour?”
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Post by Bee on Nov 7, 2007 2:12:08 GMT -5
Mnem smiled amiably at him, completely undaunted at his hostile welcoming, and carefully invaded his personal space--not extremely close, but perhaps the distance one would have with a friend. The kind of space he would not feel comfortable having her enter, not that his feelings mattered much to her. "I was just taking a walk through this part of town, spotted you, and thought I would say hello. It seemed like the polite, friendly thing to do."
She fiddled absently with one of the cloaks, then shifted through them for a moment before pulling one up and offering it to Shinrai. It wasn't quite so drab as some of the others, but it wasn't near flashy enough to repulse the stallion, either. Looked lightweight but warm. Perfect.
"This would look perfectly lovely on you, darling. I suggest you purchase it." Then she added, as if as an afterthought, "Are you currently engaged in anything important, dear?"
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Post by seraaches on Nov 7, 2007 2:32:33 GMT -5
Rai didn’t want to look at the cloak, didn’t want her here and certainly didn’t want her this close to him. Feh, he didn’t want her –near- him. Ever. At all. Gads, why didn’t anyone in the whole freakin’ world care about wot he wanted? And actually listened!
If there had been a wall nearby, the stallion just might have beaten his head against it. It didn’t matter. Deep breaths. Get your focus and center back.
”I’m here to replace my cloak,” the stallion replied flatly and fought with himself on wot to do about the one she had found. Blast it freakin’ all, it –did- look good. But he didn’t want the cloak she had picked out. He sounded petulant in his mind and like a child and that wasn’t acceptable. He inspected the blue cloth, nosing it gently. Blast it. If only he could find something wrong with it, he could just blow her off and go on his way. No holes. The material was pretty much exactly wot he wanted and was looking or. Blast. Right size. Blast it. Good colour. Double blast. He didn’t want the cloak Mnem picked out!
She was arrogant, Rai decided as he discussed the price with the merchant. He would even get a good deal on the freakin’ thing. FINE. He would buy the blasted cloak. Rai handed over the money and accepted the cloak silently. And now, supposedly, his errands were done.
”Thank you for your assistance. Now have a wonderful day.” The stallion turned swiftly to walk off, even though he didn’t think it would work.
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Post by Bee on Nov 7, 2007 2:46:10 GMT -5
She watched with growing mirth as Shinrai examined the cloak dilligently, and then almost reluctantly bought it. At least he was smart enough to accept something good found for him, even if it were found by someone he had--issues--with. It was a good cloak. Mnem prided herself on the ability to pick these kinds of things out.
The stallion was a perfect fool, however, if he thought his subsequent dismissal would actually dissuade her. Surely he had figured out by now that she was an impossible sort of person to throw off.
"My day," she said, falling into step and walking briskly next to him, "would be a good deal more wonderful if you would offer me the pleasure of your company." Her tone took on a note of teasing mystery, and her sidelong glance at him was nothing if not sly. "I would be more than happy to make it worth your while, of course."
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Post by seraaches on Nov 7, 2007 3:12:04 GMT -5
”’Worth my while’?” Shinrai repeated incredulously, for a moment his dislike of his companion was eclipsed by his innate suit pride. He glanced towards her, wondering if he took a sudden turn if he could get away from her. HA. That was a pipe dream only. ”Wot could you possibly offer me to make it worthwhile to go with you?”
He meant the question to be rhetorical as he made another turn, trying to get some space between them. Of course, he doubted there would be much of a choice in the long run; Mnem was terribly persistent. And he really meant the terrible part. A small sigh escaped despite his efforts to the contrary. It might be better for him to just help her with wotever it was she wanted just so he could get her off his back. He briefly wondered where Minh was then swiftly brushed the thought away. He was becoming positively superstitious where these two were concerned and he didn’t want to chance drawing the feline with the stray thought.
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Post by Bee on Nov 7, 2007 3:41:55 GMT -5
The stallion appeared to be slowing down and caving in, which was good. It was about time he learned that Mnemosyne was essentially inexorable. As far as Shinrai was concerned, she was harder to escape than Fate. And her earlier thoughts about whether or not he had remembered the experimentation that she and Minh had cheerfully performed on him had given her an idea. A good one, at that.
"You mentioned at the bar that you had been looking for information," Mnem said casually. "You mentioned quite a bit, actually." This was not correct, but she was certain Shinrai wouldn't know that, and she felt even more confident that nothing would frighten the horse more than the thought of having let slip a secret. "If you were to assist me with a certain brief endeavor, I have the suspicion that I would be so grateful as to offer you a bit of information myself."
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Post by seraaches on Nov 7, 2007 3:57:27 GMT -5
Rai’s ears flattened at her words and he inwardly debated at how exactly to respond to this ‘deal’. He couldn’t remember a great deal about the bar other than he’d imbibed more alcohol than was wise; and there was something about… alcohol poisoning. That remembrance slowed his step for a long moment. Alcohol poisoning? Wot had happened involving alcohol poisoning? He couldn’t remember. After another moment he pushed on again down the road. The crowds were thin today and Rai briefly wondered why.
”Information regarding wot?” the stallion asked as though he hadn’t just paused in the middle of the road in thought. Knowing Mnem she’d tell him something about the weather or things that didn’t involve him at all. ”And wot task?” Suspicion re-entered his voice, heavy in its usage. He so didn’t trust the Yarrow Gardens resident and none of his dealings thus far encouraged him to do so.
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