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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 29, 2008 22:52:51 GMT -5
"Oh well. I'm thure I could get real weaponth from one of my grandpath if I really wanted to. They don't really lithten to Mommy or Mama." Or at least Grandpa Pravus didn't. Then again he "wasn't right in the head" according to Grandma Peaches. And Grandma Peaches normally knew what crazy was.
Othello's ears perked when Sid moved away. He slowly hobbled forward for a moment. It wasn't until he picked up the slight tapping of hooves that he moved forward, carefully as possible. The canine feline hybrid's tail twitched. They were ninjas? Well that was news to him.
He nearly tripped over himself when the deer-horse hybrid stopped. Othello brushed up against his tail briefly before taking a few steps back. "Thorry." He muttered with a slight whistle. Right now he was seeing an empty hallway, and this obviously wasn't the case since he was talking to Sid.
Unless... he was making this all up. He really hoped he wasn't. That would be weird.
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Post by seraaches on Sept 30, 2008 18:45:28 GMT -5
"At leatht you aren't on fire like Levi ith," Sid answered pragmatically, not in the least bothered by being run into; he wasn't exactly the least clumsy kid around, after all.
"You're lucky that you can thtill get weaponth," he continued on the earlier thought as though the interruption hadn't occurred. "When I'm older, I'm gonna alwayth have weaponth around." He gave a decisive nod, sounding for the world like this was a long-time decision and not something he had literally just thought of. Not that it really mattered either way; the likelihood of him remembering this decision-- or even this conversation-- tomorrow was fairly slim.
"It'th clear!" he snapped abruptly and darted forward into the intersecting hallways. He quickly glanced this way and that, then lunged forward, wings flapping before he plastered himself against the hallway on the far side. This was obviously the way ninja spy pirates travelled.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 18, 2008 14:11:58 GMT -5
So his brother was on fire? That was weird. Maybe he would ask Mommy about it. Or maybe Mama would know something about it?
Othello had no idea what was happening. He simply heard what was going on, and a body being plastered to a wall. Okay then. This must have been some sort of game right?
How could he play it being blind as he was to where Sid actually was. The mix breed's ears pulled back with determination as he bolted forward. Of course, bolting was sometimes difficult of marble floors. He ended up flopping on his butt and sliding across the floor. When he managed to make himself stop, the wooden weapon slide forward and flew across the hall.
He landed on his chin with a thud. His whole body flopped with disappointment. Grace. That was something her certainly lacked. A curse word came to mind as he struggled to get up. He glanced around, looking for Sid--even if he couldn't see him, he knew the other boy was there.
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Post by seraaches on Oct 20, 2008 2:36:41 GMT -5
Concern came first, and he was looking over his new friend swiftly to be sure the other boy wasn't injured-- and especially hadn't broken his awesomely cool teeth!-- and only after that first quick check did the boy announced, "Well, #*(@." He was fairly certain that was the right thing to say in this instance. "My uncle Thee thayth that aaaallll the time," he told the other boy in an almost matter-of-fact tone as he headed quickly over to where the weapon had ended up. He frowned down at it now; his wings were full, but it would be okay, though it'd take quite a bit of work to get everything where it needed to be.
"Thometimeth my Auntith Irtha thayth it too, but MommyDad thayth it'th not for kidth." With a careful twist of his head, he got ahold of the wood again and continued his story around it. "Wheth who hfo foi efith thent." Sid put it down beside his friend and smiled brightly. "But we all know he'th full of it."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 20, 2008 16:02:39 GMT -5
Othello was honestly surprised at the curse word. He tilted his head at Sid's story. So his family ran around cursing like that and didn't try to censor themselves? Mommy tried really hard not to curse in front of him, but generally failed at it. Of course he had never thought to repeat anything she had said.
But he generally assumed this was the right time for such a thing. He struggled to his feet. His ears twitched as he listened to all the sounds of movement combined with the story. He perked a bit when the wooden weapon was laid down besides him. "I think every parent sayth thingth are bad like that. Your Aunty thoundth cool. But uh..." He trailed off with a slight whistle. His expression changed to worry as he noised around on the ground for the weapon. He really didn't want to admit that he couldn't see it....
But this was getting him nowhere.
"I-I have bad eyethight tho could you help me?" His ears drooped as he looked at where Sid should be. He could here his breathing and everything.
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Post by seraaches on Oct 21, 2008 11:33:06 GMT -5
"Auntith Irtha ith the cooletht perthon in the WHOLE WORLD," Sid answered with an adoring fervency. "But Uncle Thee ith crathy." The fanged cannibal frowned again, this time in worry and he glanced at his new friend a bit uneasily. "Don't go near him, huh?" Behind the light-ish warning was a great deal of concern.
He tilted his head at Othello's admission and was quite glad to let the subject change to that for a bit. "No worrieth!" He was all cheer and happiness again, even as he reached down to fetch the pole again. He mis-bit, however and one fang scored into the wood. He dropped it in surprise and gave a shudder. "Eeewww! That felt gross!!" And then he reached down to pick it up again.
It took a bit of careful work but he got it up and very gently-- now that he'd hit a tooth he was thinking about the fact that he shouldn't hit Othello's-- arranged it in the boy's teeth. "There! All set."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 2, 2008 23:04:39 GMT -5
Othello listened to Sid intently, taking in every word as best he could. His family must have been pretty big.... Othello had heard things from Grandma Peaches, but in all honesty he didn't pay attention a good deal of the time. He just knew who The Queen was and that he had a really strange and really large family. Then again, no one was normal at the Palace of hearts, or so he was told.
When the wooden sword was place in his mouth, he didn't attempt to talk. Carefully he craned is neck to slip the sword in between his binding. Thankfully his leg never really moved much.
"Thank you," he said with a smile and a whistle at the end of his sentence.
Right. They had to go and get cookies from the kitchen, still, didn't they? "Thhould we get going?" he asked with a tilt of his head, hoping that he was looking at Sid.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 2, 2008 23:48:01 GMT -5
"Yeth!" Sid announced cheerfully as he headed on through the halls and toward the kitchen, unaware of where Othello was looking. "Athuredly we thould!" It would be nearly impossible to tell where he'd picked up that word, but he seemed to enjoy it terribly, repeating it a few more times under his breath. "Athuredly, athuredly, athuredly, athured-- ahoy, me mateth!" he hissed just as suddenly, skidding to an awkward halt right at the kitchen door.
"We thtand at the breach!" Sid warned his friend quite seriously. "We mutht be exta, exta careful!" He gave a hard nod of his head as though proving his point. He dropped low to the ground and began to slink infinitesimally slowly into the kitchen, for all the world certain that no one could see him, even though many of the kitchen workers abruptly stifled laughs and looked away.
Their booty would be hiding on the bottom shelf of the pantry. Oho, these landlubbers never learned!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 3, 2008 17:22:24 GMT -5
Othello followed as quickly as he could without slipping again. He wasn't about to crouch and sneak around, and from what he was hearing Sid was sneaking to a wonderful degree.
Othello managed to stop within an inch or so of where Sid had stopped His tail was half wagging as he stood there. They needed to be careful? Othello's ears pulled back as he listened to the surrounding area. He had pretty good hearing--not fantastic--but good enough. His ears flipped up as he turned to look behind him. There was a very loud set of foot steps coming towards them, at least from what he could tell.
"Er... Thid. I think thomeone's coming," Othello said in a half whisper whistle. He really hopped that he wasn't hearing "something else", but judging from the volume whatever it was seemed real. Real enough to foil their plans of stealing cookies from the kitchen.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 3, 2008 22:28:52 GMT -5
"We're thneaking!" Sid warned his friend, ears perking up as he turned his head to see. "It'th PERLI!" he hissed in alarm. "Thee if you can get under the table!" There was, of course, a chance that Othello wouldn't be able to with his lovely teeth and the staff shoved through them.
The table was fairly high, however, and as long as the other boy ducked, he should be able to slip beneath it fairly well. Of course, the chances of the staff fitting under there was slim. There wasn't yet any sign of Perli having spotted the two boys, and the Heart chef was barking out instructions briskly as she moved confidently through her kitchen.
Sid moved beneath the table quickly, making sure to put himself closer to Perli than his friend. It this didn't work out, he was going to have to protect Othello; that was his job as the captain.
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