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Post by Kitty on Aug 20, 2007 16:47:56 GMT -5
 As is the usual for Lowlanders, Osias had made his way from those fairly barren lands that limited the potential of it's dwellers so in search of another temporary job. He very much resented the face cards for using his abilities, but hiding him and even giving others credit. Lowlander he may be, but he was different then the others and he was out to prove it... however... one would find it difficult to prove anything without enough income for food, so for now he'd be willing to swallow his pride. But only to an extent, which is why he traveled the city in his bipedal form, it commanded at least a bit of respect be paid to him and it also better displayed that he was indeed, from the Suit of Diamonds. He was the type to gain respect where he could and, as ambitious as he was, he still knew it best to fold when charm could not win another over. Eyes, unusually bright for being the type to constantly ooze, peered around at all the comers and goers, silently musing to himself over which would be the first to approach him. |
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Post by Nathalia on Aug 20, 2007 17:10:55 GMT -5
 Pathos trotted jauntily down the street, his haunches swinging to an internal beat as he flipped his ears at passing ladies. He smirked to himself and shook the long dangling fluff on his hind leg as another, rather attractive Morganberry passed him by. Damn...it appeared that he wasn't going to be able to hire out any ladies anyway. He'd have to settle for anyone who needed a job. Continuing his saunter as best he could while carrying a small sign in his mouth, he passed the baker's shop on the corner. He sniffered appreciatively, the shop was horrifically expensive, placed there for hungry travelling tourists...he knew better than to stand there too long or he'd end up with an overpriced danish. Sighing through his mouthful of cardboard he continued on down the street, bright eyes shining hopefully. His sign swung lightly from his teeth. Help wanted. Inquire within the palace of Spades; odd-jobs, kitchen placements, and gardeners needed.
Many thanks,
Corpus, representative of the Queen of Spades |
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Post by Kitty on Aug 21, 2007 19:05:25 GMT -5
It was not he would be approached this time around, but he would approach this feline, however much he detested the flirtatious type. Women and gambling were the downfalls of many a male and he wished not to follow their lead. However, it was always enjoyable to see such fellows lose it all due to one, or a combination of the two. Perhaps this male would find himself in such a position one day as well? Well, now was not the time to ponder over such trivial things now was it?
Setting himself into motion he made it over to the feline, speaking to him directly without an introduction or even a simple greeting. Does this offer apply to any suit? It may seem odd for one of the suit of diamonds to be asking, but he must know. He also had reasons for seeking employment in the palaces of other suits... several reasons in fact ... |
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Post by Nathalia on Aug 24, 2007 23:13:26 GMT -5
Pathos was taken aback, his eyes widened slightly as an emaciated Lowlander seemed to materialize right beside him.
"Mmmph!" He said, which was really quite rude, his mother had told him not to use words like that... He dropped the sign for a moment and licked his dry lips before responding. "Sorry about that, y'scared th' hell outta me. Yeah, man, the sign applies to everyone, Queen Lysaras isn't picky, I hear." He beamed at the rat, feeling better about his chances with the ladies with every passing second.
"She said to just poke on into the Court and chat with her attendant, she should be able to whip something up for you to do, no sweat!" He shook his back leg, slightly nervously...there was something about this rat that set him on edge... He tried not to be rude towards anyone because of their region but...geeze...not a looker, this guy.
"Anyway, just head on out there...should be a blast, huh?"
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Post by Kitty on Aug 27, 2007 16:17:42 GMT -5
Rude? In the Lowlands this boy would be being rather nice actually. But different regions, different customs, different standards. And this one was from... Selkie Lakes was it? The excessive fluff made that all to apparent, such a wasteful thing... it seemed like it would get in the way far to much and Osias was all about function, not aesthetics, which would become evident to anyone with eyes, well eyes that could see anyhow.
As the feline was talking his was watching him closely while listening, analyzing the fluffy thing. He was a Seven, but only of Clubs, no worries there. He also caught the nervous shuffling of that back leg and instantly he was itching for a game with this feline, even if it were a quick one.
A grin materialized on his muzzle, twisting up the sides and exposing those sharp, but yellowed teeth that resided within. He upped his charm a bit, moving closer to the pristine little puffball's ear. If the feline were to hold his ground the Lowlander's hot breath would run over a delicate auditory as he spoke, adding in an intentional hint of a hiss to his voice.
What way might I go to seek this... Court?
Now.. .he knew very well where the Court was, but this was his opening, his line and act to see how this Club would act. His reaction would determine whether the vermin grew bored with this silky toy or not.... |
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Post by Nathalia on Aug 30, 2007 17:12:25 GMT -5
Pathos felt like the wind had been taken out of his sails. This rat had barely said anything and he already felt two inches high...it was his tone of voice or something. Now he wanted more than anything to just get away..no wonder Lowlanders got such a bad rap if this was their way of being personable...
"Ah, just head left and look for the high towers with the Spade archways...can't be too hard, eh?" The laugh he had intended to have follow this statement died on his lips, the other's stare just didn't allow for such things as laughter...
"So... I'm thinking I'll just be off then." He muttered, kicking his back leg fluff nervously. "Gotta find others who want a job too and all..." The eyes kept him there, it was almost as though he needed the other to grant him permission to leave, he hadn't felt this awkward since Peder has dyed a mustache onto his face without his knowledge...
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Post by Kitty on Sept 3, 2007 21:37:10 GMT -5
That little demon in side him, power hungry as it was, had this other side to it to that just fed off the nervous energy of others, it was almost like a rush and Osias couldn't deny it. It was a growing need that may soon head into insatiable levels, but for now playing this game a bit longer would do and he'd release the fluffy one from his torment. It also amused the rat that a larger, higher ranked card would fall into such a trap... but then again this fellow was a Club .... so perhaps it was to be expected?
He got a kick out of seeing that fluff move in such a manner and, were he to be the type that was into males, he might even get more of a kick from it, however it didn't reach that level. His grin broadened and he reached out a hand to run those claws through the felines fur and over his spine, almost as if he were petting a domesticated Bandersnatch, well, if the boy didn't come to his senses that is.
Why leave so soon? I've been watching, I'm the first to inquire of your offer. Why not stay and... chat? |
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Post by Kitty on Jan 4, 2008 3:14:17 GMT -5
(( I heard you lost his muse.... closed XD ))
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