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Post by seraaches on Feb 18, 2008 2:29:51 GMT -5
It wasn't hard to slip out of the Palace that was more of his home than anywhere else; Mother and 'Father' were exceptionally busy and his nanny was an oaf. Taloned claws tap-tapped his way back to freedom and he swiftly went out into the City to get as lost as he possibly could. If he were truly lucky, he'd find someone to adopt him. It was not a surprise, therefore, when his feet led him not just into the City but into the Bazaar itself. There were -throngs- of people here; surely one of them would see fit to adopt him, or kidnap him, or just run off with him in general. Still, before he had a chance to even begin asking would-be new parents, his attention was arrested by a potential arrest. Rounded ears flicked back as he saw.... something adorably cute covered in extras being loudly harangued as she clutched a long white something in her paw. |
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Post by Bee on Feb 18, 2008 2:54:49 GMT -5
 The first thing Thalia had done when she sneaked out of the house was ditch the bells. Mom tied them into her hair to "keep track" of her, but the Hair didn't like being tied up, and Thalia didn't like making chiming noises whenever she moved. She didn't know why Mom cared, anyway. Just because she walked into things. And fell down things. And broke things. The operative word in any conversation involving her seemed to be "accident." She was half-convinced she hadn't even been born, most of the time. Her moms never spoke of it. She had just appeared randomly on the doorstep, to hear Mom talk about it; oh-how-did-this-child-get-here-how-very-odd-well-I-guess-we-should-feed-it. So she took every opportunity to get a little free time alone. She had gotten breakfast at a small cafe and walked out with her tentacles full of sugar packets. Now her extra limbs skimmed lightly along the objects lined up in the bazaar, grabbing and dropping, relocating. The Hair tried this too, but the Hair could not grab--only stroke lightly, frustratedly. She wanted her own Hair to have the terrifying capabilities of Mom's. Somehow she ended up holding onto something, a pretty white ribbon, and the person she had nicked it from had seen. "Sneak thief! Wreched child! You had better pay for that, you insolent little cretin, or so help me, I'll beat you bloody! What makes you think it's okay to steal another person's carefully crafted property?" "Um," Thalia said. She was not good with talking to people. Especially when they were yelling at her. She didn't know what the woman was so freaked out about, anyway. She hadn't meant to take the ribbon. The Hair twitched nervously. "Er, I...um...Pretty...?" |
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Post by seraaches on Feb 18, 2008 3:13:56 GMT -5
Feathered wings fluttered against his back and the Seven quickly 'meandered' up to the pair as the shopkeeper continued to yell angrily. He stumbled against the cute little King and burst into tears, loudly overcoming even the surprised woman's shouts. The shopkeeper stumbled to a halting stop to stare at the boy in complete bewilderment.
"It was an aaacccciiiidddeeeennntttt!" he wailed miserably, and his child-like cries managed to draw the attention that a shopkeep's yells could not. "We didn't mean to bump into your stall, but we didn't mean to, we swear! WE DIDN'T MEAN TO!!!!!"
Another adult came to their aid, angrily stepping between the two children and the wronged shopkeeper. He gently pushed them back into the waiting and caring arms of the rest of the crowd and turned his own diatribe right back at the now confused and baffled shopkeeper.
Tosiek continued to sniffle right up until everyone's attention was tied up with the woman's shouts back that she hadn't done anything wrong at all and those two brats-- when she pointed towards him, he gave a pained yelp and pulled desperately away from the woman, which immediately caused more adults to leap to their aid.
Rounded ears flicked forward as the fight began to grow louder, then he abruptly stopped all of his crying and tilted his head in a bird-like manner to watch. After another moment, he tucked away from those 'protecting him' and gently bumped the girl to get her to follow him as he calmly walked away.
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Post by Bee on Feb 18, 2008 3:28:40 GMT -5
Thankful for the very well-timed intervention, Thalia followed the boy as they quietly slipped away. More or less quietly, anyway--she smacked into a very inconveniently-located tent pole while trying to look back and see if the woman was getting mauled to death. She had to admit, those were some pretty impressive theatrics. And she still had the ribbon. Now that the woman had made such an unholy big deal of it, she wanted to keep it. She smiled brightly at the boy.
"I liked your wailing," she said, admiringly. He looked to be some kind of skunk-bird hybrid, a little awkward, but the glasses were kind of charming. "I'm Thalia, by the way." She offered a tentacle for a handshake. A small fall of buttons clattered onto the ground; odd, she couldn't remember where she had picked those up. "Thanks for taking care of that woman."
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Post by seraaches on Feb 18, 2008 3:40:36 GMT -5
The boy lofted brows in surprised admiration for the girl's adept use of her tentacles. He sat back so he could offer her a clawed foot to gently shake the proffered appendage. "My name is Tosiek," he replied easily. "And all it takes is a little practice to be able to wail convincingly."
He refolded his feathered wings against his back before carefully scooping up the buttons with his talons. "I like your... tentacles?" He couldn't help but make it a question, though he was fairly certain that's wot they were. He carefully lifted the buttons up, rearing back on his hindquarters cautiously. He offered the items to the girl with a curious tilt to his head.
"That woman was a cinch to take care of." He brushed off the shopkeeper's anger. "Wot exactly are you doing with all of this stuff?" he asked lightly. She was such a character and he liked her already.
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Post by Bee on Feb 18, 2008 3:53:28 GMT -5
Thalia took the buttons and, finding no place to really store them if she wanted her tentacles free for other things, tossed them into a nearby vase.
"Tentacles, yeah. Mama has them too." She paused, thinking anout his other question. "Um, I don't really know," she said. "I just like having things. It feels good to take them. I don't even realize I'm doing it, most of the time. But I think I'm good at it."
Very good at it, in fact. Her room was full of random items she had taken from neighbors, her moms, people on the street. Periodically she had to clean everything out--because really, she had no use for pocket watches and sparklers and tricycle wheels--but then her room felt empty, and she started collecting again. She had taken and killed so many of Mom's plants that way. She had even stuffed Monty into her desk drawer, somehow--the little bander had clawed and bitten the living hell out her forearms when s/he had gotten loose again.
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Post by seraaches on Feb 18, 2008 4:03:43 GMT -5
Tosiek watched her graceful movements admiringly though he tried to pretend he hadn't. "That's pretty cool," he remarked, still aiming for the light-hearted, 'I'm too cool to be overly impressed' tone and mannerisms. Still, he couldn't keep out some level of praise from his voice. "I wish I could do that," he admitted, trying to keep any envy from showing up, even if he felt some of it.
He did not, however, point out that she'd just gotten caught a little while ago and he had gotten her out of it. She had managed to nick those buttons supposedly without getting into trouble and at least that was impressive, even if she didn't seem to even want them. Maybe it was kind of like his desire to be adopted. Hrms.
"So, wot are you going to do now?" he asked with a curious glance. "Are you going after anything else?"
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Post by Bee on Feb 20, 2008 1:44:56 GMT -5
"I hadn't planned on it," she said, trying not to preen under the light praise. It wasn't often that people actually commended her for her ability to (mostly) effortlessly nick objects. For the most part, on the occasions she got caught, they just yelled at her and got all kinds of unpleasantly snitty. Or brought her to Mom, which was so much more unholy.
The bespectacled boy must be great fun if that were his idea of a good time. Besides, she liked liars--if they were on her side. Like all good Diamonds, she could turn on the charm, but duplicity and guile were unfortunately not among her genetic inheritence from Mom. It would be nice to have someone around who could compensate for her lack of talent at deception.
"Why?" she continued, unable to subdue a growing sense of excitement. "Do you want to steal something good?"
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Post by seraaches on Feb 20, 2008 19:03:00 GMT -5
Steal something? Him? With her? Well, well.... He'd never thought of trying his claws at being a thief; honestly, it scared him in a thrilling sort of way. He wasn't good at nicking things; he was good at redirecting people to believe things more beneficial for him. But the idea was certainly exciting!
"I don't have anything specific in mind," he replied idly, large tail furling and unfurling in an undulating motion. Still, there was an intensity behind his spectacles as he looked towards the odd girl. "But I think it might be a lot of fun to try it." He wondered if he should admit just how little he knew about trying to steal things. Surely she could guess.
He sent her a sidelong, questioning glance, wondering if she had something that the pair of them could do. At the very least, he could definitely be a distraction.
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Post by Bee on Feb 21, 2008 13:44:02 GMT -5
"Great!" she said, bouncing happily through the bazaar, Hair curling about and waving with her excitement. She willed it to be still, but the Hair was evidently feeling uncooperative today, so she took the long, silky ribbon she had stolen and forcibly restrained it. That would teach it. The Hair hated being tied back. At least there weren't bells.
She knew where some of the good stuff at the bazaar was, too, which would make their task a little bit easier. She came often enough, to look at shiny new toys and blend in with the crowd. If her moms came looking for her here, it would take them hours to successfully hunt her down.
"I know where a bunch of fun stuff is. There's this one merchant man at the far end of the bazaar, this Club, and he makes these pretty little figurines, and they're insanely expensive. He says he makes them out of stardust, and that they have mystical properties. I think he's full of it, but we should take some and find out." She smiled brightly. "If he's just a conman, we can take him out."
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