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Post by Kitty on Jan 30, 2009 21:03:52 GMT -5
 Errands had become her life, especially the kinds like these that she didn't question. She wasn't quite certain what Allure had wanted from someone in a place like this but she wasn't about to ask the black and pink Corvie ... nor did the thought ever occur to her to peek inside the bag she toted around her neck to see either. Whatever it was though.... it was heavy and she was definitely not a Club. She set the canvas bag down gently before flopping herself down into and ungraceful looking heap on the ground, not concerned at all about her surroundings. No one really wanted to touch her, a small, still logical part of her mind registered that, and she didn't think any 'bad' sort of person would be any different. She knew the stigmas now .... and was well aware of the fact that here in the city she was viewed as something that disgusting just didn't quite describe. Oh how she missed the Lowlands ... but she doubted the Corvie Rat would ever let her return. funny how she didn't quite remember ever being property that could be sold ... but she wasn't about to doubt Osias' logic. She sighed lightly at the thought and sprawled out a little more on the dirty cobblestone ... she'd need to be getting back to the mistress before sunrise ... she just needed a minute. [[ Note: The more recently he saw Osi, the more fun .... canines and their noses are fun to toy with =3 ]] |
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 25, 2009 15:49:07 GMT -5
[[Ooooh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. I would also love to see Osi turn up at some point in this fight. Fin's Rat knows where he is, just not why he's taking so long to get liqueur XD]] His face was creased lightly with a smile as his shoes clicked on the cobblestone. The bottle clutched in his left hand was ornately cut glass, full of a rich, dark liquid that sloshed gently against its container. The bone rings made a slight ticking noise against the glass as it swung upward with his steps. Despite the hour, he was in quite a light mood. His Osias would appreciate this, he'd had the pleasure of tasting some directly after finding his family again while wandering, and had just seen fit to procure some for himself. Walking into the seedy bar had been fun, three potential victims had eagerly given him their addresses and two resentful men might try to follow him for treading on their territorial toes. His hair was bound back in a ponytail, held with a thin strand of purple ribbon that his son had gifted to him. He couldn't wait. After they had gotten up again the next morning, he would offer Mo a taste as well, he knew how to stop his mate from finishing a bottle. The sound of a body slumping caught him off guard, so tied up in his thoughts of his Rat that he had not heard the other Card until then. Pausing, he gazed forward, not seeing anything through the semi-darkness yet. Deciding that they had probably already heard him, he stalked forward as he had been before, eyes slitted and the warmth gone out of them, though the congenial smile was still in place. He was shocked at what he found. A Lowlander? Here? He gazed at the sprawled form in interest, wondering at what it would do upon his approach. He wasn't quite certain of his opinion. As much as his first instinct was to either meld into the shadows and escape notice or attack...he liked Lowlanders, they were a good people who knew how to appreciate pain and closeness... Perhaps a bit of pleasantry wouldn't be amiss. "Good morning to you, my friend." He managed in a chipper voice, no need to sound overly cautious, perhaps this creature knew his Rat? He wouldn't object to a bit of outside company if it was of a similar spirit. "Might you be in need of any help?" |
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Post by Kitty on Feb 25, 2009 19:05:57 GMT -5
[[ He'd be all for that <3 ]]
She hadn't heard him approaching until just before he spoke ... her hearing really wasn't what it should have been and, well.... she wasn't exactly waiting for anyone either. When she did finally pick up on the clicking of shoes against the street she dipped her muzzle down and took the strap of the bag between her teeth; heavy or not it was the only thing she had to use her weapon ability on should this person decide to bother her. She knew well enough what walked these streets ... then again she was becoming rather negative toward any realm but her own.
However, this particular stranger didn't seem as ... awful as the others. Crystal hued eyes narrowed briefly as she debated whether or not this was some sort of act, but it was brief; she was still clinging to the thought that not everyone was an entirely awful person. She relaxed her expression as twin tails started to move in almost perfect unison, the rotting one collecting a bit of debris in the process.
Mornin'.
Her head tilted to the side in a manner that was just oh so canine as she regarded him a bit more closely, skinned nose twitching a bit before she paused, fur bristling ever so slightly. Her hearing might not have been great, but her nose was .... and she was certain there was a familiar scent on this man that wasn't entirely masked by his own. Completely ignoring his question for now her nose twitched again as she took another sample... nope, her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. When she finally spoke her tone held the slightest hints of suspicion and surprise.
You... are not Osias...
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 1, 2009 20:20:30 GMT -5
Finistris watched as the Canine quickly snapped up the strap f the bag in her teeth. The twitch was nice, maybe that would satisfy his desire to dig into someone. He gave her another once over. The twin tails, one rotting so badly, and the bandage covering the majority of her head. Poor thing, such an interesting development, such a smell...he'd grown to like the off-sweet scent of rotting flesh on the living.
It was oddly comforting. He could feel himself relaxing slightly at her presence.
"And good morning to you as well."
He smiled and ducked his head lightly as she finally spoke, he watched her nose twitch and waited patiently, his posture at ease and his hand gripping the bag containing his prize loosely. Then she spoke again...
"I..."
He stiffened slightly, blue eyes taking on a curious tilt.
"Who are you?" Now he was truly interested. "How do you know my Osias?"
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Post by Kitty on Mar 1, 2009 21:22:48 GMT -5
[[ I'm on 4 medications.... forgive any .... strangeness XD; ]]
Had her ears not rotted off long ago they would have been pinned against her skull after he spoke again. His Osias? Well that just wasn't possible now was it? Her hackles rose as best they could; between the bandage on her head and neck and the rot along her spine there really wasn't much fur left there to bristle.
Your Osias? Mister ... I think you're a little confused. He's mine, he's Tamah's.
She watched him a bit more closely and took a little more of him in .... so this was who was keeping her sweet little rat away from the lowlands then? He didn't really seem like anything special, not in her eyes and if he'd done something to him... well, the very thought made a little growl rumble up from her throat. The growl almost surprised her, it wasn't a noise she generally made but.. .hell... this one deserved it. Who knew what awful lies this man was feeding her wonderful Osias.
What have you done with him?. |
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Post by Nathalia on Jun 4, 2009 20:37:38 GMT -5
((Finally! Whee!  )) He could feel the animosity radiating off of her small, rotten form. It was giving him that hackling sensation...he really wanted her to shut up, to stop before he was forced to...bend his feelings of goodwill to something far worse. Her next sentence killed any reserves on the spot. He felt his eye twitch slightly at her emphasis. "Tamah's...? Is that so? You'd think he would have mentioned you/" He stalked slightly closer in a zig-zag pattern, circling as he moved. Concentrating briefly, he activated a small spell to raise an uncomfortable mist. "What have I done with him? He's mine, he does as I say, and I do what I can to please him. He's never even spoken your name, what do you think you could mean to him?" He hissed, marking her growl and hoping to provoke any further information out of her. Damn, he would either kick the Rat t high hells later, or laugh about it, depending on his love's reaction to whatever was left of the canine that he dragged back. Standing straighter, he let loose his Jack's Ability for good measure. Small Ability: Once a day, he is capable of causing a small mist to form slowly over the course of a minute, the mist will focus on an opponent if he can focus on their eyes. The mist is warm and once it begins to form, it cuts off all view of the rest of the world around the victim.
Jack's Ability: Once a week, he is capable of causing an opponent to feel as though horrible, cold, sharp bone fingers are clawing at them for a full five minutes. This forces them to squint for the first thirty seconds as they adjust to the fact that their eyes are not actually under attack. The remainder of the time is spent feeling the pain of constant nicks and scratches that simply won't let up. |
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Post by Kitty on Jun 22, 2009 12:02:38 GMT -5
[[ Now, why do I get the feeling this won't last long? =3 ]] Her blue eyes were narrowed and fixed on this most aggravating stranger. There was just no way that he could be speaking the truth, no possible way. But violence had never really been something she'd paid attention to, much less partook in, so she wasn't keen on making the first move. She was torn ... defend her knight's honor or simply run off somewhere cry. She hardly noticed the mist as it rose, oddly warm tendrils touching her form. She only had that human in her sights. Until she'd waited too long and the decision of fight or flight was decided for her.
When the first 'claw' raked across her face it pulled a startled yelp from her maw ... she hadn't even seen this man move and yet... he was clawing her face? How? The feeling persisted and she shook her head, trying to shake it off... that didn't work so she decided to use her paws to try and bat it away but it still it continued... and she didn't even catch what was attacking her with a paw either! And the worst of it was that she couldn't even see her attacker anymore, even when she made the effort to open an eye briefly. every wiry hair on her body stood on end, this was not a good sign.
She backed herself against the brick wall and closed her jaws firmly on the strap of her bag. She didn't want to lose sight of her only potential weapon, not with the mist... What was she going to do?
Well, first off... she could at least attempt to ease a bit of the clawing pain. She activated one of her basic Heart abilities and hoped it would work so she could think. how was she ever going to fight an enemy she couldn't see?
Basic Magical Ability: She can ignore moderate amounts of pain for up to thirty minutes. |
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 18, 2009 15:33:33 GMT -5
The use of her pain ability will make it so that she feels bumps and pokes instead of scratches and bites unless he ups it significantly. <3
Finistris watched dispassionately as the Canine backed herself into a corner, gripping her bag.
This...this was just sad. How did this pitiful creature know Osias?
One chance.
One chance for her to talk and make things better, make him understand. He liked Lowlanders, really, no reason to take her out unless need really reared its head right?
The thought of her tone crept back into his thoughts, leaving him with lingering doubt that stopped him from relaxing the Jack's ability. Your Osias? Mister ... I think you're a little confused. He's mine, he's Tamah's. Little snit, she'd best be grateful he had a semblance of control when angered.
"And you think yourself to be going where, my dear?" He asked, circling in closer, a frown creasing his forehead, until she could see his outline in the mist. "Tell me, how do you know him? How do you know my Osias? Where and under what circumstances did you meet him? Convince me that I have no need to harm you, and perhaps I shall simply leave..."
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Post by Kitty on Sept 19, 2009 1:48:17 GMT -5
She still felt things, and it was a bit odd feeling.... but she could deal with bumps and pokes and focus on the task, or man... rather, that was in front of her. She bit down on the strap of her messenger bag as he moved in and pulled her lips back from yellowed and chipped fangs. this man.... was not to be trusted in any way, shape nor form.
She said nothing until he referred to the rat as his again ... this just .... it wasn't true! But she'd answer him ... surely he'd believe the Diamond was hers after he heard her tale, however shortened it might be for such an... occasion? However, her voice was muffled due to her unwillingness to release her bag.
We met in the Lowlands ... he rescued me from some flea-bitten Jossigy mongrel and even gave me the wrap i wear around my sores.
She curled her toes, dull claws scraping against the cobblestones as she made up her mind... this man wasn't going to take her Osias away from her... no matter what!
He's my Knight and I won't let you disgrace him so!
With that she used her only other trick and activated her Heart ability, turning the messenger bag into a weapon and giving it a swing that she put as much force as she could manage into. The contents of said bag were mostly books, but there was a glass container or two with unknown contents inside.... really, what did a 'therapist' Corvie need in the chemical nature? She certainly didn't know.
Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, she gains an immediate proficiency with any weapon that she picks up. This can be activated and deactivated at will
Sitting above, relaxing in some poor soul's window sill, was a rather scrawny, disheveled looking sort of man. He knew where his mate had gone and, after noticing it had taken him awhile to return, had decided to find out what had become of his dearest love. Just around the bend he'd heard that oh so familiar voice and had decided then that it might be fun for a little game with his lover ... the type that involved trying to sneak up behind him and see what kind of rise he could get out of the blue haired spade ... and see if he got a pretty bruise or some cuts in the process so he'd used his flight ability to land upon this very sill for a better view.
But tonight seemed to be giving him far better entertainment then that ... even if it's source had been a thorn in his side for decades. Tamah. Gah.... he was certain he'd gotten rid of her for good when he'd sold her off with his own mother to that Corvistownian Rat. But ... the conversation and the rising tempers were just far too amusing for him to interrupt with announcing his own arrival. Ah, the ability to fly .... so wonderfully quiet without pesky wings. Hopefully neither of them would notice him quite yet.
He wanted his mate to claim him a bit more before that happened ... it was a selfish desire, certainly, but every time the man called him his with that tone it made his heart flutter a bit. He just loved it when the King used that tone. |
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 19, 2009 17:51:21 GMT -5
Finistris took a step back at the growl, and allowed the smile to drop from his face, leaving it blank and expressionless. His default. Judging from the way that she seemed to be ignoring the scratches...she wasn't feeling them.
That was odd...unless...
For the first time, he allowed himself to look for Suit and Rank on this mangy creature.
Heart...and a low one. Hearts, always bloody...Hearts... He was damn well sick of them. His chest still ached from the one bitch with the unidentifiable realm's beating, his ribs would probably never be quite the same. Backstabbing, arrogant, cheaters... He watched the hair rise on the nape of her neck.
His darling Osias had never mentioned this mongrel.
Osias told Finistris everything...everything important. Ergo, this mutt couldn't be worth quality attention. He was sure his Rat would forgive him if it really was an issue that he'd stamped out a Heart he happened to know.
Lowlander or not, this beast had pushed one button too many. He watched her draw her head back and judged, a little too late, that she would swing her bag. He raised his arm quickly enough to take most of the blow, though he felt a few shards of glass sink into his forearm and hip as a bottle inside shattered against him. He staggered backward from the force and sidestepped, activating his Spades speed, and zipping behind her.
He raised his right hand and drove it downward with rage-driven force on the back of her skull, broken off bone rings, aiming to sink into the skin and tear a little.
He then zipped back to a point about ten feet in front of her, eyebrows arched sardonically, at her plight.
"Your knight? While I'm pleased that you are able to see the exceptional qualities that few but myself are able to view in my Osias, I do have to reiterate that he is mine, my dear." He used what was left of the speed to now continue moving as he spoke, keeping himself on either side of her almost simultaneously in order to avoid further blows...his arm stung.
"Besides, how is it a disgrace to dear Osias to have a Hisstor King at his side?" He would then move forward suddenly, right arm extended in order to attempt to grab the loose skin under the throat and jaw and haul her up onto her hind legs, left arm moving to catch the bag strap with a small knife hidden in his shirt sleeve. If he managed to whip it through the bag straps, he would press it to her throat.
"I like Lowlanders, my dear, as much as I may despise your Suit, I could make an exception for you. Leave this be, and you have no need to die. I shall even compensate you for the loss of your goods and bag, but hear me."
He stared her down defiantly.
"Whether or not he is your knight, he is, and has stated himself, that he is my Queen, my dear." Had he gotten and kept a good hold on her, he would at this point, drop her, and back up. "And I his King, I will not have him bantered about in this childish manner."
He watched her face, wondering what the outcome of this would necessitate.
Basic Magical Ability: He can run up to 40mph in sprints and 20mph for up to an hour in extended runs.
Speed Boost: He is now able to once a day, for a full minute, use his speed ability to move very quickly over small distances. Doing so can sometimes make him appear blurred, and catching hold of him will be rather difficult. He will feel rather tried after it wears off though.
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