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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 26, 2008 20:40:26 GMT -5
Well. She wanted to see what all the courts were like, so why not the court of Spades next? It was certainly lavishly decorated. The wolf-squirrel couldn't help but stare at the delicate designs in the ironwork. All of the courts had something pretty about them, didn't they? Trotting down the hallway she had to wonder if anyone was around. She'd gotten in so easily she had to wonder about the security of the place. Then again she was in a place open to the public. Maybe. Rosemary had stopped paying attention to what was "private" and what was "public." If she went in the wrong place someone would yell at her or something. That's how things normally worked, right? This was terribly boring. Weren't the courts supposed to be filled with people running around and doing important things? Had she stumbled into a dead zone or something. "You would think... they would notice a Tulgey club running around. Well at least I won't have a problem if Parsley decides to join the courts."The wolf instantly perked up when she caught sight of a tail in the distance. "Hey!" she called out, "You wouldn't happen to work here?"
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Post by Greenie on Aug 27, 2008 12:09:11 GMT -5
Dysthymia was having one of those days where nothing seemed to run on schedule and people constantly wanted to interrupt, obviously with the intention of pushing you even more off schedule. He'd been ten minutes late to a meeting with their representative from Josiggy and was now a bit aprehensive about what his son was doing. Zether had just learned how to walk, as wibbly as it was, and had spent the better part of last week figuring out a mechanism for opening the bedroom door to freedom. Mia'd locked it today, but he still worried that some stupid person would let the kid out and he'd never find him again. He was just short of ten feet from his doorway when a voice ground him to a sudden halt. Suits, couldn't he at least see if the kid was still there?! He slowly pivoted to face the voice, and only blinked a few times at the roses covering her fur. Pretty, but.. odd. "Technically, yes, but I work more for than people than the building. Can I help you?" Mia resigned himself to asking, since if he wasn't polite it would no doubt come back to bite him in the ass even further.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 27, 2008 12:25:22 GMT -5
Oh wasn't she lucky? She just ran into an adorable sort of member of the courts. And it looked like he might be a tilted member to boot. Why else would he work at the palace with that sort of rank? Rosemary came to an sudden halt so she won't knock over the man in front of her. He had bindings... and was an odd shade of pink. A mix realm then. Torque-Forrest maybe?
"My apologies. I'm not from around here and I've never been to the Court of Spades before. My name's Rosemary, I'm a bard of sorts." Her tail wagged a bit in all of it's fluffiness. "Might I ask who you would be sir before I bother you any further. I wouldn't want to waste your time."
She glanced down at his necklace. He had quite lovely taste in jewelry.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 27, 2008 12:33:35 GMT -5
Mia nearly twitched as she glanced him over, and once again cursed his mother for giving him, of all her children, her stupid pink fur. Everyone else was black and white, but what did Mia get? PINK. "No problem," He replied, and managed not to sigh along with it. It looked as though this strange woman was going to be accompianing him and Zether on their afternoon "wear the child out" escapades, since she obviously wanted some sort of company. Oh well.
"My name is Dysthymia," He replied, foregoing his title since she was ranked higher than him, even if it looked as if she wasn't titled. It wasn't as if he particularly cared anyways - no way she was here on any kind of official business. "I need to go pick up my son though, so if you would walk and talk.." He said, already beginning to move.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 27, 2008 12:42:01 GMT -5
And he had a kid. What a responsible adult. She mentally snickered. Responsibility. Right.
"I have no problem with walking and talking!" She said cheerfully as she padded forward. "I have to say, this place is pretty decorative. I'm kind of surprised at all the decorations you have in the iron work on the balconies."
She pranced happily as they walked down the hallway. He seemed a little grumpy this Dysthymia. Maybe she should ask about a nickname. That might make things easier in the long run. "You wouldn't happen to have a nickname would you? Your name is a bit of a mouth full and I don't want to lisp it out because of my tongue ring." Which, for whatever reason, she automatically showed him by sticking her tongue entirely too far for a normal person.
She retracted it after a bit. "By the way, I'm jealous of your taste in jewelry."
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Post by Greenie on Aug 27, 2008 19:12:01 GMT -5
"Is it?" He asked with genuine interest, glancing up at the ceiling above him. Mia honestly paid so little attention to his surroundings most of the time that it came as a shock when he did look around and realised he lived in a truly beautiful place. "I suppose it is," He agreed, then shrugged as they came to the doorway. "One of the original Queens did it, I believe.. A Torquehelm, he had such a love of his own iron bondings that he decided to use it in the building of the palace. Personally, I don't think my wires are fascinating enough for incorporating them into a building, but that's just me." He quipped, then smiled a bit. Having wires around your bedroom might get a bit creepy, whereas iron could at least be pretty. Dysthymia unlocked the door to his suite, relieved to find it still locked, but immediately found himself face-to-face with a small, excited puppy. Zether jumped up and immediately began licking Mia's face until the ferret managed to get ahold of him and place him firmly on the ground. "Zether! Behave!" Zeth whimpered a bit, but consented to rolling onto his back and flailing his limbs around to entertain himself. "You can call me Mia," The ferret replied, once Zether settled down. "This is Zether. He just learned to walk, but he's a bit hazy on the talking, so I won't bother with introductions." At the mention of his name again Zether rolled somewhat unsteadily back onto his paws, and stared up at Rosemary, who was essentially towering over him. He tilted his head and took a wibbley step towards her.. wibble. wobble. wibblewobble. wibblewobblewibblewobblewibblewobbleFALL. He did what was essentially a crash-landing at her feet, then yipped once and happily panted up at her, much to Mia's chagrin. "He's... a bit uncoordinated. As for my necklace, it was given to me when I was a baby."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 27, 2008 20:06:06 GMT -5
The wolf squirrel couldn't help but laugh when the little canine flopped down on the ground. Toddlers were cute, and frankly.... she had heard real horror stories about when she was a child. Of course she couldn't remember what she did when she was two but her parents like to tell her stories about her on sugar.
She leaned forward and licked the boy's noise with the tip of her tongue. "Aren't you a cute little terror. Once you walk your parents are going to be in trouble, aren't they?" She grinned before looking back to Mia.
"Wire has perfectly good uses. You just need to figure out a creative use for it to make it applicable and pretty." Her tail fluffed around her as she spoke. "Your parent's had great taste. My brother has a rather interesting necklace...but anyway you're actually going to go out of your way to show a bard around?"
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Post by Greenie on Aug 28, 2008 12:46:31 GMT -5
Zether squirmed a bit at the quick lick, but experimentally stuck his own out and was disappointed to see that it was pathetically shorter than Rose's. He pouted, but then forgot all about it and began chasing his tail.. in the air. Without realising what he was doing, he began floating up about a foot in the air, only to be shoved unceremoniously back down to the ground by Mia.
"If he could simply stop learning how to move right now, it would be perfect." Mia agreed, not even mentioning the fact that Ze was floating of his own regard - he had yet to completely figure that one out himself.
"I'm not usually the creative type," He replied with a shrug, glancing down at his bindings. If anyone could find a way to find the obnoxious things pretty, all the power to them. "Yeah, sure. He needs to go on a walk anyways, so you're more than welcome to come with."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 29, 2008 2:16:11 GMT -5
A floating baby? That was pretty awesome. She couldn't help but smirk when the kid was forced back down the the ground. "He doesn't seem to need to learn how to walk. He could probably just float around everywhere." She said as he tail fanned out behind her. "Of course he would get pretty fat that way and wouldn't be able to walk in an emergency."
She snorted at the mental image. Well that was horrible and adorable at the same time. The wolf-squirrel brushed it off as she focused on the next statement. "Oh yes that would be lovely. I think I'll cause less damage to the palace if I'm with someone. Or at least I won't be lonely."
Rosemary was only half joking. Of course Mia didn't know that so she gave him a grin hoping he would catch on. He seemed to be the smart type, so either he would think she was nuts or... he'd shrug it off.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 29, 2008 17:06:41 GMT -5
Mia blinked at her, frowning at the mental image immediately. He wasn't much for those who were overweight, but was skinny himself mostly by chance - and he certainly didn't wish it upon his son. "... Yeah, no." He replied, and raised an eyebrow at Zether. "You will be learning to walk." Zether just tilted his heads and yipped at his voice, not understanding or caring about the conversation.
"Well," Mia began, "If you caused damage I might have to report you to my mother, but I think you'll be fine," He retorted with a smile, then began continuing down the corridor, gently scooting the puppy along with him. "Anyplace in particular you want to go?" The ferret asked, eyeing Zether as the child found a leaf that had tracked inside and immediately stumblingly pounced on it and began eating it, much to his disgust. Filthy, filthy children.
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