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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 14, 2007 0:38:32 GMT -5
((OOC: So I would like to make a request. >_> Not that many people? I can't take five people in one thread. Four including me is the most I can handle if we take turns.)) Rocco skipped down the streets of Capital City once again. He had failed his last project--making wings out of mechanical parts was a bad idea. Now his next experiment was a fun and devious plot. He needed some small critters to experiment on. Splicing wings on to creatures wasn't that difficult... and inhumane. All right. It was a little inhumane, but it was for the sake of flight! The birds wouldn't like it very much. Oops. He looked around the streets. There were no winged cards hanging around today. He let out a bit of a sigh. Birds. They were lovely creatures, but their simply weren't enough of them around to ask questions. The raccoon still skipped down the street, even with his disappointment. He had to be happy. There was always a chance of success. "What a lovely day we're having, sun!" he said while looking up at the sky. "Why don't you send me some sort of angel? Herm? Even if it doesn't have wings, though I'd prefer it."
The poor raccoon needed a muse who could guide him. Alas. There was none around. |
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Post by seraaches on Nov 14, 2007 1:28:33 GMT -5
One of the best things about bipedal form was the hands. Kel sighed in relief as she loaded up her bag and slung it around her neck. The number of books and other paperwork she’d acquired was prohibitive had she only her animal form to deal with it all. She shifted back into her skunk shape without shame, however, as she didn’t like the looks she got when on her legs. Plus, the two paw print brandings on the inside of her right leg was less obvious.
She turned and headed back down the street, ticking names off of her mental list. She hadn’t gotten too far, however, when a crying mink caught her attention. The little girl was reaching upwards, but her balloon was thoroughly entangled in the nearby tree. Without hesitating too much, the skunk went to the girl’s aid. It was just a moment of thought to shift back into her bipedal form, and then she simply stretched out a hand until she caught the tangle of string hanging from the balloon. After a few careful tugs, she turned to hand the large, purple item to the ecstatic mink. Kel smiled softly as she watched the little girl run up the street, balloon and hand and then she turned to head on back to the office and home; she had some more research to do for Minh.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 14, 2007 12:55:03 GMT -5
A wingless angel it was. It was the lovely lady from the firm, there was no doubt. Who else would so modestly preform an act of kindness and shift back to their modest form. Oh, he simply had to speak with her. At least she deserved a little praise.
"My lady! Lovely lady, Kelasia!" he called out bounding after her. It did not take him that much time to catch up with her. Thankfully he had enough energy to catch up with almost anyone. "You must be some sort of angel to be so kind!" he said as suddenly as he had spotted her. No need for subtlety, it was all a bunch of nonsense to begin with.
Rocco had found a muse. An modest muse at that. He could only wonder how long she would put up with him. She seemed quite busy. "I do hope I'm not interrupting something, but I thought you should at least get a little praise for being kind."
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Post by seraaches on Nov 14, 2007 20:14:32 GMT -5
”My lady! Lovely lady, Kelasia!” The skunk hadn’t realized anyone was talking to her until he called her name and only then did she turn in surprise to see an almost familiar person bounding towards her and speaking excitedly. Oh, yes, he had been a customer on the same day that… She swallowed and tried to mask her sudden unease. Theofilus’ human form, her own bipedal, and the stallion that hated her: all three sped swiftly through her mind. Unfortunately, with all of the craziness of that day and the things revealed later that day, Kel had no idea who this spunky raccoon might be.
Whoever he was, he was quite effusive in his compliments and, the woman suspected, not entirely accurate. ”You are too kind,” she replied quietly, giving him a small, shy smile. ”I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t remember your name--?” This was accompanied by a deeper flush.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 15, 2007 0:58:04 GMT -5
"That's quite all right! My name is Rocco. Everyone calls me Rocky." Being forgotten was a daily happening for the raccoon. If he wasn't memorable so be it. If he was a suppressed memory, doubly so. He glanced quickly over the skunk. She was also a diamond, a ten. Diamonds ran the shipping firm, didn't they? How had he not noticed that?
"So, I'm quite curious! Do you know anything about flight my dear? You seem, though I hate to assume, like the bookish type. Perhaps we could exchange some knowledge. I might be able to help you with something and vice versa." He grinned. When knowledge was on the table, he was very much game set match.
The raccoon's tail twitched at the very thought of gaining a bit more knowledge on his pass time. He would do anything to fly. And no matter how many times he failed, he would get up and try again. Hitting the ground was the least of his worries.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 15, 2007 7:23:22 GMT -5
The skunk felt bad enough about forgetting the raccoon’s name, even if she hadn’t known it to begin with, that she was unwilling to blow off the man. Assuming, of course, she was capable of blowing anyone off, which she wasn’t, really. ”Please forgive me, Rocco,” she said softly, still flushing. ”I won’t forget again.”
His request brought a look of faint surprise across her muzzle and she had to blink a few times to give herself a moment to recover. ”Well, really, I don’t know all that much,” she admitted. ”Even if I do have the ability to do so. I don’t really practice.” She really had nowhere to go and thus no real reason to work on her flight ability. ”For the same reason, I’ve never really researched the subject.” She could, of course, especially since now she had a bit of a reason to. ”Have you tried the library?” she asked quietly.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 15, 2007 14:06:32 GMT -5
He forgot that higher level diamonds could fly using magic. Ah. If he had any rank ambition he would be thrilled. Then again, it also seemed like cheating. Flying without wings? How graceful was that?
"Books. I have read all of the books in the libraries here in the capital, and the ones back home. And yet none of them really explain the secret that I so desperately need to fly." He sighed. How frustrating was it to be stuck in such a rut?
"You seem to be carrying quite a few books there! Mind if I help you? I hate to see a lady do so much work." He grinned at her. He knew perfectly well she was already taken. Or something like that. The sparrow had made it a point to take care of her when she had passed out. There was something there. Oh! Perhaps he could catch the sparrow and grill him about fight!
That was a bit devious, even for Rocky's tastes.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 18, 2007 10:05:05 GMT -5
Kelasia listened to his explanation silently, focusing on his words and filing it swiftly away even as she mulled them over. So the libraries had nothing more to add, did they? She hrmed quietly, blinking absently as he offered to take her books and papers, even as she was oblivious to any tone that might be behind the words other than a kind offer to help. ”Oh, thank you,” she said softly, before carefully passing over the bag.
”Perhaps we could stop by a library together sometime,” she said vaguely before her mind went back to his other words. ”Wot secret exactly are you looking for?” she asked thoughtfully. She tended to do a great deal better when she was able to actually research and look over books on the subject at the same time. If only she’d been in on the ground floor of his investigation she might have a better ability to advise him.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 18, 2007 14:28:31 GMT -5
He carefully wrapped the pouch around his neck and hoisted the bag onto his back between his wings. Books, they always made him giddy. And the prospect of a library? Well that was just ecstasy, wasn't it? Rocky had a spring in his step as he walked on besides her. That step just wouldn't go away, even if lightening struck him down.
"Oh! That would be fantastic. Company is always lovely," he said with his usually cheery voice. "The secret, my dear, is lift. Not a single bird has been able to tell me how they stay off the ground. The books do explain the physics, but they do not explain the actual action." He shrugged as the books jiggled with his steps. He just couldn't seem to find a real and tangible solution to his problem. One day he was going to fly. One. Day. Even if it took him to his death bed.
On to happier thoughts. It was a bright and happy day after all, no need to make it horrible with thoughts of failure. "Are you returning to your firm, lovely lady Kelasia?"
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Post by seraaches on Nov 23, 2007 3:10:39 GMT -5
Lift, hrms? The skunk thought that over quietly for a moment before she realized that Rocky had asked her a question. ”Oh, well, back to the firm to do some research,” she admitted. ”But if needed we can stop by a library now…” her voice trailed slightly towards the end, making it sound as though she had thought of something new. However, her mind was still simply contemplating the problem of lift. Again, she still had no real reason to know much about it, but her mind was already analyzing the times she had observed birds taking off and flying.
”You’ve tried to just glide?” she inquired contemplatively. She figured he probably had, but she’d read a few too many troubleshooting books to not at least bring it up. Sometimes the right solution was the one sitting right in front of your nose. And sometimes it wasn’t but it was needed to get through to get the right answer.
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