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Post by Greenie on Dec 23, 2007 22:34:07 GMT -5
As the otter sat down, Vessie relaxed.. a bit. At least, her shoulders loosened up, though her hindquarters were still poised as if to leap and run away,which was always a possibility in these situations. Oddly enough she had the weird idea that Harlequinn had somehow.. fully appeared.. even though it was obvious she'd been there the entire time, or the ferret wouldn't be hiding behind a bench. How odd. Vessatha shook the idea off, certain that she was making things up just because the otter had and continued to frighten her.
".. Huh?" Truth to be told, Vessatha was not very bright when it came to things that didn't have answers. She was moderately intelligent otherwise, but philosphy stopped after '42' for her.
"I'm.. I'm what? The last word came out on (yet another) high pitched squeek, though this time she didn't run. Her eyes widened into an interesting mix of confusion, shock, and horror--why was this strange card claiming her? She didn't mean that way, did she? Because Vessie was so not up for sexual favors. She might be lost in the middle of a city and dirt poor, but the last thing she was going to do was offer her body in exchange for.. well, anything.
Somehow, though, the ferret knew that Harlequinn didn't mean in that manner.. but just what she mant, Vessa had no idea.
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Post by Shinigami on Dec 28, 2007 23:21:32 GMT -5
"You're mine, dearest," Harlequinn explained patiently, her black eyes intent on the ferret, a genial smile spread across her muzzle. "Or was it the "bright and shining" part that confused you? Well, you don't actually shine - I think a Card would look awfully silly if they were glowing so very brightly, though I imagine that a Corvistowneian might be interested in doing that sort of thing to themselves, son't you think?" The Joker had wandered off of the topic of conversation that Vessatha thought that they had been talking about. Her gaze drifted off toward the sun as it slowly cleared the horizon, eyes squinting against the light, as if contemplating how one might be able to harness that glow and transplant it onto a Card. But she was no Corvistowneian, to understand things like that.
With a tilt of her head, and a ring of bells, Quinn returned her attention to the Forester, smile still warm. "And as to why you're mine, because I decided so. You're pretty, and interesting, and so very, very fascinating. So why not?"
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Post by Greenie on Dec 28, 2007 23:39:02 GMT -5
Clearly, this otter had some mental issues, or was just plain strange.
Or maybe both.
"Er.. what do you mean.. by 'yours'.. exactly?" Vessatha stuttered, hopelessly confused. Oddly enough, she wasn't completely mortified by Harlequinn's statement of ownership--as long as it wasn't intended in a weird sexual-dominant way, she wasn't bothered by it too much. It could almost be flattering, that this odd bell-adorned creature found her interesting.. but it was still weird.
"I would hope I don't shine.. I haven't spilled anything on myself lately," The ferret muttered under her breath. She heard something vague about Corvistowneans and more about being bright, but the otter was going a bit too fast for her already boggled brain, and she didn't catch all of it. Instead of telling Harlequinn to slow down, though, she merely stared with a bemused expression. Vessie followed the otter's gaze to the horizon and had to blink a few times--when had the sun started to rise? As her eyes drifted back to the otter, her brow furrowed, as she'd noticed a detail she hadn't before.
Why did Harlequinn have no rank or suit marking?
How completely.. strange. It suited her, though, in a way Vessatha wasn't sure she could elaborate on. "Er, Harlequinn? Why don't you have a rank marking?" It never occured to the poor, not-citywise ferret that the lack of rank could mean another rank entirely. Legends of such happenings were merely myths to the Kahmdener, and so it never even registered in her mind. "Is your fur obscuring it or something..?"
"Pretty? Interesting?" Vessie repeated dumbly. Her fur looked identical to any other Kahmdener, so either Quinn hadn't seen another Kahmdener before, or she was just blind. As for interesting.. unless one counted stupidity as a good trait, she was quite lackluster. Why not indeed.
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Post by Shinigami on Dec 29, 2007 2:39:12 GMT -5
"Well, you're mine. There's nothing much to it, I suppose. But you can't be anyone else's, or else I'll be forced to do dreadful things to them. Well, I suppose you could be a friend, or something. Or even just an aquaintance? Other than that though, you're mine. It isn't a very difficult concept, is it?" Well, it really wasn't. Didn't Vessatha understand that? She was Quinn's current obsession, and as such, was going to be treated quite well, as long as she understood that she was Quinn's above all else. While there might be some sort of sexual element involved, it wasn't anywhere near the main focus, and it probably wasn't exactly the sort of thing that Vessa was thinking. Well, probably not. Most likely. Possibly. A chance of.
Then she was asked about her lack of rank, and Quinn looked down at her chest in confusion, looking for whatever could possibly be bothering the ferret so much. "Why should I have a rank marking? I've never had one before," she asked, puzzled. She also ignored the questions about being pretty and interesting, because if her obsession couldn't tell that she was absolutely fascinating, then she didn't know what she could do. Well, not just yet, at least.
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Post by Greenie on Dec 29, 2007 9:12:15 GMT -5
The ferret couldn't help but snicker at the 'dreadful things'--what was she going to do, attack anyone that tried to get close to Vessatha? Not that it would really be a problem.. at least not right now. Vessie knew people, but she didn't have any close friends yet just because she hadn't been here long enough. Apparently, though, she wasn't going to be allowed to--but they'd see about that.
Maybe she could just evade the otter until she lost interest.
Then again, maybe not.
"I suppose not?" She replied, hesitantly. For the most part she understood now.. but still wasn't clear on the why. Wasn't there some pretty bird out there she could stalk? Did otters like birds? Vessatha had no idea.
".. Why shouldn't you have a rank marking? Everyone does!" Vessa rose an eyebrow slowly, then raised a paw and placed it over hers on her chest. "Right here. Everyone."
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Post by Shinigami on Jan 1, 2008 17:50:45 GMT -5
"I'm so glad you understand!" she gushed, smile turning into a broad grin as she oozed forward, making sure by her body language that Vessatha understood that she didn't mean any harm at all, and curled happily around her pretty ferret. Oh, this would be lovely. And who knew, maybe eventually they would grow apart, but for now she had a beautiful ferret to love and appreciate. Because maybe Vessatha wouldn't be considered the most stunning Card around by others, but that alone made her all the more beautiful to the odd Joker. Who appreciated the average things, after all? Other than her, and it was what made them supposedly "average" that made her like them so much.
Harlequinn peered at Vessa's chest where she'd indicated, studying the black mark, and then nodded to herself and to her ferret. "Well, I'm not everyone. You're a normal Card, and I like that very much. I'm a Joker, though. And Jokers don't have them."
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 1, 2008 21:59:53 GMT -5
((OOC: Just to throw it out there, Shini. Jokers are supposed to be so rare that most people don't believe in them, she may flaunt her "Joker-ness" to someone she's flirting with <3 After all a Joker stalking her "prey" might indeed do so <3 *Luffs that* But in a crowded group, she'd have been taught/learned that it's easier and more accepted to use her powers to superimpose any number or suit on her chest <3))
~Nathalia
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Post by Greenie on Jan 1, 2008 22:06:57 GMT -5
Vessatha had an eyebrow raised in a 'sure, whatever you say, crazy person' manner, not sure she understood at all. And despite the fact that the otter was oozing 'not harmful' body language.. her entire body froze when Harlequinn simply wrapped herself around Vessie.
Wasn't it a little soon for body contact?
Like, really, really soon?
She was warm, that had to be said, but Vessatha was freaked out that Quinn thought it appropriate to randomly cuddle with her. The 'you're mine' had been bad enough, but must she combine it with physical contact? Really, did she want Vessatha to run away screaming?
It could happen, you know. Totally. Nevermind that screaming tended to awaken rapists and muggers and all sorts of even worse things, it was still an option!
"You're.. you're.." Vessatha stuttered, then took a deep breath and tried to continue, "Touching me," was all she managed to get out before she cringed and looked away. She didn't break loose--she was too frozen in place for that--but merely stayed where she was, leaning away from the otter.
Maybe she was just raised with more.. scruples?.. than the otter, but in her head, you didn't cuddle with random strangers, even when they meant it nicely.
Then again, you didn't claim them either.
".. A joker? What?" Startled out of her sudden fear, Vessatha blinked and made a face of disbelief. "Jokers don't exist, you crazy.. thing! You aren't playing a joke on me, are you? Because really, this has gone far enough." Her voice started to shake on the last sentence, but she ignored it and tried to pretend she felt brave, even when she didn't.
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Post by Shinigami on Jan 2, 2008 23:22:49 GMT -5
[ooc: *grins* Yeah, she'd normally keep a rank on her chest, but she's feeling silly and a bit flirty this morning, and felt like making people twitch. Like, you know, Vessa.]
She blinked in confusion, staring in astonishment at Vessa's almost horrified expression. Most people didn't react quite like this when she got this close to them; of course, most people that she ever got close to had spent a good amount of time in the city and had lost a great deal of sense about their personal space. Quinn habitually took advantage of that whenever there was a Person that she liked. Of course, this sudden reaction just made Vessa all the more interesting to her, which probably wasn't at all what the Forester wanted to inspire.
"Yes. Yes I am," she responded, matter-of-factly.
Quinn paused, staring intently at Vessatha's incredulous expression, then snorted. "Of course I'm a Joker. And no, I'm not playing a joke, despite the rank name. I mean, most Cards can't do this." With that, she warped and changed, until for a second, she wore Vessa's shape herself, coloration and rank marking and everything, though her eyes remained pure black instead of altering. Then she shifted to another form, and another, altering from region to region, breed to breed, suit to suit, before settling back in her black-and-white self, chest still bare. "See? I'm a Joker," she stated, sniffing haughtily, confident that her demonstration had ended the conversation.
Then she sniffed again, dropping her nose to just above red fur, breathing in Vessatha's scent deeply. Oh, how lovely. How very lovely. She'd have to remember this smell, so she could always find her, and maybe even her taste... With that, her tongue rasped out to run a long, langorous lick down that lovely fur.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 2, 2008 23:34:36 GMT -5
Vessatha merely stared at the otter with wide eyes. How could someone simply say 'yes, i am', to an obviously frightened statement like hers?
And then she started rambling on about how she was a joker--was this silly girl delusional? She really thought she was a joker. Those things didn't exist. They were myth, legend, folk stories told to scare children! Not something that appeared and messed with her head.. though Harlequinn was certainly messing with her head regardless.
As if that weren't enough, suddenly a carbon-copy replica was holding her.. and then.. something else.. and after that they began to blur. Vessie wouldn't have been able to identify them all in the first place, considering she still didn't know what the things with the black and the bright colors were, and they were everywhere, let alone whatever else was coming at her.
She merely stared, a mix between blatant disbelief and annoyance on her face. It was a trick. It had to be--there was no other explanation. Perhaps Harelquinn had some sort of power that allowed her to project illusions onto herself.. but she doubted it. She'd never heard of it before. The fact that a mark suddenly appeared on her breast with the forms and disappeared when she returned to her own merely confirmed it; obviously the otter had a mark, but was hiding it somehow. How else would one appear?
Logic, that was it. Vessatha continued to remain perfectly still with the same fixed expression, doing her best to make sense of whateverthehell Harlequinn was doing. She didn't speak--but then again, her face spoke for her.
Quinn clearly had different ideas than thought, however. She ruined Vessatha's perfectly good train of thought by doing--of all bloody disgusting things--licking her. And it wasn't a nice lick, really, a 'oh, you spilled something, let me clean it up' lick. It wasn't really a 'how do you smell' lick, though she may disguise it as such. To Vessatha, it was a simply a 'mmm' lick, and that creeped her out more than anything else possibly could.
As soon as Harlequinn pulled back she let out a loud yelp and tore herself out of the otter's arms, and began speeding out of the park at a pace most would be hard-pressed to match.
Thank you, magic-assisted speed.
She was gone from sight very quickly.. though no doubt Quinn was following.. somewhere behind.
((And done!))
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