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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2008 14:17:38 GMT -5
 He was here, finally, on his first trip by himself and he had been rather excited until a realization had washed over him.... he was still bored. It wasn't just a small, nagging type of boredom either, it was the type that screamed and begged and pounded on your mind and demanded that you find something to do. That was the entire reason he'd come here to begin with because, really, the Spade Court was completely and utterly dull and gloomy and he needed a little excitement. But by the damned suits he couldn't think of anywhere to go or anything to do that would satiate this type of soul consuming desire. People watching most certainly wouldn't do today, not at all. He sat near the entrance of one of the smaller alleys, just a gap between two buildings really, and kept himself out of the way of anyone who might be silly enough to trip over him... or step on his tail. Said tail was curled up off the ground and it looped over in a lazy curl, the end twitching idly. emerald pools took in the cards walking up and down the street, brain analyzing each one in turn. None of them seemed interesting at all. He was simply waiting for one, just one, to suddenly strike his fancy or, if they were so inclined, come over to bother him. How could it be that he couldn't find one interesting person in the heart of the capitol.... in the middle of the day? All the utterly boring types would be at work, right? And yet.... nothing. And thus he'd continue to wait looking very much like a brown, green and purple statue .... or an odd extension of the wall he was leaning against. Terracotta fur blended well with stone buildings of a similar hue... didn't it? Whatever ... |
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Post by Satra on Apr 10, 2008 15:18:16 GMT -5
(I assume he's around... 8-9 ? or so. that work?  )  Heilyn had decided that a good way to spend some of the boy's energy was to take him out of the Court of Hearts away from the disapproving eyes of the Hearts nobles. She knew the boy wanted to meet other Clubs, especially. However, being a Heart noble now herself, it would not have been wise to keep the trouble-making Club child on a leash. No matter how much she dearly wanted to, it would've been too difficult to explain to passer-bys (especially since the child has learned he is to behave while one it) that the child was hell incarnate. Hadrian was just fine with this, of course, making it far easier to escape and explore on his own. Heilyn hadn't quite learned that tracking spell yet... He crouched behind displays and bushes, stalking his prey. It was a rather frazzled looking Swan carrying many, many things. He waited until he'd stopped and leaned up against a wall covered in an invasive vine that was not native to the area. Technically a weed. Hidden to the man, he concentrated on the wall. There was a small shiver of the stems and leaves, and the vines began to move at his will. Tail tagging, the vines moved slowly to the man's cargo, laying on the ground in his rest. Several vines wrapped themselves around the string on the cake box, latching it to the wall, but still low and hidden from view. Vines quietly moved the bags away from him by a few feet in either direction, providing a strange sight for onlookers, but unseen by the oblivious man wiping his brow. Ready to leave the man went down to pick up his things... only to be confused. His bags, they... WHAT THE?! Eyes wide, he went to pick up the cake box to chase after his bags which where... moving away from him! He was met with another surprised, letting out a surprised "HONK!" as, not only did his cake not come up as expected, but it was stuck to the wall with such force that it sent him crashing into the wall. Humiliated and confused, the man went about trying to wrench his baked good in a box from the wall, quickly becoming infuriated. Just as he was putting the greatest force to pull the cake, Hadrian made the vines let go, sending him spiraling backwards and the box flying. He bit his lip to not laugh and be caught. With the string of curses this man was letting out right now... being caught would be a bad thing. He watched the infuriated man with great amusement as he cursed over the cake box and chased after his bags, arms and curses flailing every which way, chuckling silently to himself as he idly played with a leaf to look innocent, casually and curiously looking up at the man, as other people were. It felt good to get back at the Hearts. |
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2008 15:52:28 GMT -5
Well if surprised honks and strings of curses were in the air, and Morpheus himself hadn't been the cause, it was interesting. He cocked his head and let his eyes sweep casually over the people again before they rested briefly on the struggles of the swan before he traced the spread of the vines along the wall, he was far more interested in finding who was playing such pranks then what was befalling the card who probably made himself an easy target to begin with. Most cards played the unsuspecting idiot role rather well so he held no sympathy at all for the man.
He thought he caught a glimpse of someone hidden, but he couldn't be entirely sure from his vantage point, he was, after all, on the complete other side of the street. This was easily rectified though, especially with most attention drawn to the excessively vocal bird. He detached himself from the wall and gathered his paws under his form before he moved into the crowd. He kept himself low, and his tail curled out of the way as he weaved his lithe, somewhat long body easily avoiding being stepped on and going unnoticed. His movements were reminiscent of a slithering serpent, the best kind to avoid getting seen by your prey.
When he reached the other side of the street he moved toward the wall whose corner he believed a worthy tool of entertainment hid and moved toward the aforementioned corner. He paused and sat back on his haunches, using his long neck to his advantage. He stretched it slightly and peered around and down at the canine, a lopsided, fangy smirk resting on his muzzle.
Boo.
He certainly hoped he had the element of surprise here, it was make things ever so delightful. |
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Post by Satra on Apr 10, 2008 16:16:09 GMT -5
Oh, it was just amazing. This man's cursing was more inventive than Mommy AND Daddy's put together! He could just imagine the look on his parent's faces when he would be the one to teach them some new ones!
Hadrian, however, growled, hackles rising, when the man shoved off help from a Club. The vines threw the bags into the air, causing the contents to spill out everywhere and turned off the ability.
Why was it the same story everywhere he went? Why did Mommy insist it didn't matter, but it seemed like everyone else thought it did? Well, except Uncle Bernard, but his patience with the boy was worn for other reasons... Honestly, he didn't know that book was a collection of 10 years worth of research! But he was honestly beginning to wonder. He wasn't as smart as the girls in the Court... he had always assumed that it was because he was male. I mean, look at Daddy compared to Mommy! Gaston compared to... everyone else... Uncle Bernard was just the exception to the rule. He was beginning to wonder, though... was it because he was a-- "GAHIDIDNTDOIT"
His ears dropped as he froze, fear in his eyes, his copious amounts of fur standing on end. Someone had found him! CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP Only his eyes turned to look at his captor, his head twitching slightly to give him a better view. GUH A FLOATING HEADoh, wait the rest of it's just around the corner. There was a pause.
"...hi..."
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2008 16:40:35 GMT -5
The corner of one side of his muzzle twitched up a bit, morphing his harmless smirk into one filled with sadistic glee for a few moments before it returned. He took great pleasure in knowing that all his efforts to get over here unseen were entirely worth it, sneaky weasel-rat mode had yet to fail him. He fought the urge to chuckle at the reaction of the canine to his appearance, taking the initial response to mean that the boy was always in trouble. That was a very promising thing, at least it was to him.
He arched a brow when the boy became a living puff ball, that was... different. The whole cowering and apologizing act annoyed him a bit, but he could work with that. If the boy kept his interest he'd certainly try and teach the boy a thing or two about how to get out of trouble without cowering and sounding like a complete moron. Most adults just really, really didn't deserve any form of submission, it was far more fun to bend them to his will anyhow.
One ear twitched at the terribly short reply, again, disappointing, and he'd continue to be silent for a moment longer. He edged his body closer with really moving his head, another trick he'd taught himself, and made sure his ranking was visible without looking like he deliberately did it. He was a Queen and the boy best treat him like one or he'd have to pull some amusement out of him in ways that would be far less pleasant then the ones the weasel mix had in mind. That smirk never left his muzzle though.
I couldn't help but notice you're little trick, that wasn't a very nice thing to do... now was it? |
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Post by Satra on Apr 10, 2008 17:42:28 GMT -5
The rest of the older boy came into a view. His heart sank at the sight of his rank. He had rather developed a dislike for red Face Cards, especially Queens. Natural-born Queens, at that. So spoiled and condescending... the years of having to endure--
He nodded his head out of respect, but something about his demeanor changed. It almost seemed like he was harboring some kind of... contempt. His ears stayed back, fur puffed, and he stayed low, but his tail came up slightly and his shoulders rolled forward. Just that subtle shift in stance made him look far more aggressive, still submissive, but FAR more aggressive.
"Neither is sneaking up on people," he said in a manner greatly resembling his Mother's blunt but neutral tone, though he was very much unaware of it. He was torn between the respect, fear, and hatred of the boy's suit color and rank. So focused on the slap in the face that red marking on the other boy's chest, Hadrian had so far failed to notice he was a Lowlander. He never broke eye contact, more bravery coming to his voice, "Who are you?"
[Wow... Hadrian angry... that was... I must say, that was a bit of a surprise... oO]
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Post by Kitty on Apr 10, 2008 18:08:10 GMT -5
He noted the change in the boy when he noticed his suit and ranking, it was different then most people's and it stirred a bit of interest somewhere in his mind. He had been able to catch sight of the boys own suit and rank, so he was presently under the assumption that he was at least on equal terms with him. The submissive aggression didn't cause the weasel mix any concern and he merely sat back down on his haunches and curled his long, partially prehensile tail around himself. His expression didn't change and his posture was entirely relaxed.
However, when the canine made that comment he dipped his head, bringing it closer to Hadrian's face and allowed a mischievous glint to dance across his features. Good because being nice isn't really what I'm aiming for today.
He pulled his head away, sitting up straight and taking on a casually neutral expression even though his voice still held a promise of mischief.
I'm Morpheus... and you are...?
He purposely left of his title, it wasn't really something he truly enjoyed being called often. Adding someone's title to their name was just a way of adding importance to it and really, Mo didn't think he needed anything extra to be important. Saying he had an ego was a bit of an understatement. |
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Post by Satra on Apr 10, 2008 22:31:38 GMT -5
He felt... a little anxious, almost cornered. He knew the things Queen were capable of... so no matter how right Hadrian might be in anything, anything the Queen said goes. He hated it.
He'd shown some backbone, and showed some aggression, but not to the point of snapping or growling at the older boy. However, he was unsure of what to think of his attitude... that neutrality to the sudden change in Hadrian's demeanor. He really hoped this didn't mean the boy would harass him more... or worse...
What was a Queen of Diamonds capable of?
However 'Good because being nice isn't really what I'm aiming for today' was not only what Hadrian was not expecting, it interested him to some extent. His tail became less tense, dropping slightly as one ear and an eyebrow rose in a curiosity he couldn't deny.
"My name is Hadrian," his eyes narrowed, but that curious look remained on his face, "And what exactly were you aiming for today, Morpheus...?"
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Post by Kitty on Apr 12, 2008 3:07:37 GMT -5
He continued to watch the canine, he was intrigued by the other boy but at the same time he was keeping his features and his posture entirely neutral. Really, he wasn't worried about Hadrian harming him at all, he had a myriad of tricks he could use to avoid any form of conflict if he so chose. If pressed he would merely disappear in a puff of smoke ... literally.
But it didn't seem like he'd be needing to do that today, or just yet anyhow. He had quite obviously, and easily, captured the curiosity of the Glacier boy, good.
He got to his feet and joined the boy on the other side of the corner, rubbing his long body against the wall like a cat before moving around him to sit on his other side before sitting back down again. There was no need to attract any attention by someone thinking he was talking to himself, was there?
You're brand of fun has gained my attention. And, really, if I came here to scold you I wouldn't have put the effort in to come unnoticed.
He couldn't tell what region the boy was and it bothered him a bit, mother didn't tell him about this particular one and the rat would hear about it when he returned home. Well, the place that was as close to a home as it could be. He'd lived there all his life and yet.... it felt wrong. A diamond shouldn't be living with a bunch of Spades, especially one such as himself.
With a soft huff he'd flick an ear back and will himself to stop thinking over the subject, it had no place here.
In other words... let's get into trouble.
And that lopsided, fangy smirk would return to his muzzle as he waited for the boys answer, he'd be joining the weasel whether he wanted to or not.... it would just be more fun if he didn't have to use any of his abilities right off the bat. He was a rather.... persuasive youth. |
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Post by Satra on Apr 13, 2008 11:43:21 GMT -5
The boy had picked up on his parent's habits far more than he could know at his young and oblivious age. The ear that had risen in curiosity gave a twitch. If he'd come here to scold him...? Then what did he--
Ah.
His lip curled into a grin as both ears came up out of pleasure and his tail gave a hesitant wag. Now this was what he was talking about! However, there was still something in the back of his mind that made him wary of him... Did Diamonds not care as much as Hearts...?
"Sounds like fun," Hadrian said with a growl. His grin by now fully resembling that of his father, " 'cept I'd like to have the fun without the consequences, if that's alright by you." He paused, tail halting. The thoughts of his uncertainty made themselves known in his face and body language.
"You... really don't care that I'm a Club?" He asked, not really knowing how to approach the subject more tactfully.
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