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Post by Nako on Dec 23, 2008 0:31:59 GMT -5
Immediately, Mikael was pleased that his brother had brought them up. Puffing out his chest a bit. "Mom got them for me. They are -amazing-. First off... the padding helps with walking, but on top of all that..." He lifted his fingers up, and slammed them down with a force that would have normally snapped one of the digits in half. "I've found out I can't do that when I -splay- them. That still hurts.. a lot. They're pretty much the best gift ever...And you should see how I can run! Hoo boy." Then, he seemed to remember he was at a funeral, and quickly hushed his voice down again. "So.. yeah, they've helped me a lot. I've even been able to get my work done with.. well.. little to no problem, really." Thrumming his long fingers, it was obvious he was pleased with himself.
"But hey... how have you been doing, man? Haven't really had much time to talk, between school and my job, I've been a bit tied up."
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Post by Satra on Dec 23, 2008 17:01:59 GMT -5
"Oh, sweet!" Hadrian remarked. That was a seriously excellent gift, "I've been doing alright. Lady Ashounka - the presiding King, keeps taking my cushy job and making it not cushy. Haha. It's alright, though. She's a fun slave driver," he joked. Excellent in bed, too, especially for someone her age.
"I'm actually here on behalf of the Court of Clubs. Me! The decidedly bluntest tool in the shed here representing my Court." He couldn't help but give a nervous laugh. He just knew there would be something he would do to mess this up. He gave the Queen a quick side glance. Damn, she was formidable-looking. "I was wondering that if the time came that I need to speak with her, you could maybe put in a good word? I haven't exactly have the best of luck with Yarrows or Yarrow mixes." There was something about the woman that struck his as familiar... but he just couldn't place it.
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Post by Nako on Dec 23, 2008 20:15:27 GMT -5
Mikael gave a soft, nervous laugh, unsure of how to take Hadrian's relationship with his superior. Oh, there were -jokes- made, but the lad was never sure quite how serious to take them. In the end, the thought of relationships embarrassed him a bit, especially since he'd been so obviously lacking ones so far.
"I'll put a -word- in, for sure. I can't say how good it will be." Mikael said with an amused waggle of his eyebrow ridge. "It would help if you weren't such a -dog- when it came to women." At that, he just about broke into a giggle. Alas! Jokes weren't necessarily his strongest point.
"I have meant to mention you to her, actually. The gardens are in shambles right now, and that's right up your alley. You've no doubt heard about the drug ring the gardeners had going? High.. all the time. Couldn't get a lick of work done." He was leaning toward Hadrian almost conspiratorially, so no one would overhear them.
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Post by Satra on Dec 24, 2008 2:19:35 GMT -5
"Hey man," he said, lowering his voice. Even when he meant it as praise, he did not feel comfortable with a Yarrow overhearing his sexuality regarding women, "Can't help it. It women just stopped being so -foxy- I wouldn't be such a dog about it." It would be a laughable thing if Hadrian ever denied his love for the ladies.
His eyebrows raised and jaw dropped a little at the next words that came out of Mikael's mouth.
"Actually, that's why I'm here to work for roughly a week as the Court of Club's gift to the new Queen. We'd heard that the gardeners were all fired due to incompetence with rumors of scandal flying about but I never imagined..." Wow, a drug ring? "You're not over exaggerating, are you? How bad was it?" The shock on his face was very easy to read.
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Post by Ry on Dec 25, 2008 8:43:12 GMT -5
The young mix looked a trifle disgruntled. Perhaps her apology hadn't been adequate? Well...! He could get stuffed, for all she cared! Men! He doubtless thought she'd tripped over his scruffy side on purpose! She certainly wasn't about to enlighten him.
Instead, she turned to regard the coyote he was speaking to. He was much more respectful. He'd asked to be excused, as if he had been in the wrong, and moved to avoid standing in her way. And she appreciated that.
Lingering around, lost in thought, within earshot, she couldn't help overhearing most of the conversation. The gloved mix very definitely got her hackles up, but the Solandrian definitely smoothed her ruffled feelings. She distinctly sympathized with him when he'd commented on his run of luck with the Gardens women. A small smile curled her lips at his quick defense of his smoldering sexuality.
He was staying for a week at the Courts, hmm? She glanced around quickly for Her Excellence, Vessatha. Sufficient motivation to get that interview appointment set up, while she was in the palace itself. She seldom liked males, but already knew she wanted to get to know him better.
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Post by Vyn on Dec 26, 2008 11:25:06 GMT -5
"It's a p-pleasure, Zane. I'm Parvana." She smiled weakly through her tears. "I wish we had met under b-better circumstances." Small sobs and sniffled broke her words, thwarting her best attempts to stop her tears.
Nothing at this funeral, save maybe Zane's uncertain concern, was really reassuring her that everything would be okay. Lysaras had meant so much to her... and everyone else... Vana's gaze scanned the crowd and saw the same thing she'd been seeing since she arrived.
And no one else cared.
The butterfly hunched over a bit, hugging herself suddenly. "This is all such a terrible way to go. Not even in death can they give my poor Lysaras a break." It was beyond unfair, it was cruel.
Malachior was not vested in the beauty of his tove, so the horrendous scar didn't put him off much. He was simply glad that the little creature was apparently alright, a bit shaken but otherwise unhurt.
"Yeah, he's alright." He scratched the tove's chin, carefully avoiding the crackling wound. The question was one that he was trying to figure out as well. "No, actually... I have no clue what just happened, I've never heard of... twin toves, I suppose would be the proper word. Let alone them... doing whatever it is they just did."
Malachior didn't want to think of what ramifications this might have. How could two people have the same summoned creature? Was it luck of the mysterious world? Or was it something deeper?
Anatolius was not one to linger in such a miserable mood. Even with the current sorrow of the situation, he was very much with Nova on attempting to lighten the mood... without Vana in the area.
He didn't want to further make her feel as if her love had gone and no one cared, which seemed to summarize the very depth of everything she was feeling. How in the name of Jokers did you make that just get better?
The canine pushed it from his mind for a moment, chuckling as he ruffled Nova's hair. That bird seemed to be covering things rather well, or at least doing a good job of keeping Vana on the edge of hysterics instead of lost within them. Maybe it was time to give Nova a bit of a break from the misery of the situation.
"I think they've got some refreshments, kiddo. Want to go get something sweet? We know were Vana is... and maybe a new perspective will help her out a bit."
They probably wouldn't stay much longer, in all honesty, Vana would be wanting to stay for an after 'party' dinner or anything of the sorts. The funeral was in no way a social gathering for her.
Oh, that was perfect. Now the silly little butterfly would be miserable and gawked at. He was almost proud of himself for letting that tidbit 'slip'. Ha!
Once Tegan had torn away from the area, Wulfram regarded Heilyn once more. Back to politics and the like. "Your son is here es vell?" Wulfram glanced out into the crowd. With the woman in her human form, it was a little hard to assume which of the new staff members might be her son. Though he figured, with her being a part Bog, it wouldn't be too hard to find him. He would look into that once the funeral had dispersed a bit. "So long es he respects ze Qveen es she deserves, zere vill be no problem, I em certain."
Wulfram hadn't really gotten the chance to give Donnie a thorough look over, but the woman appeared to be both confident and expedient. She didn't dilly dally around and wait for things to happen, she got them done. Proof of which was plastered all over their court. In the Course of a week, she'd managed to nearly wipe the court of all unworthy staff members and had begun to flesh out a whole new one.
Wulfram was absolutely pleased. She also seemed to be tolerant enough of the male gender, tolerant enough not to kick them all out and to treat Wulfram with enough respect to keep him from disliking her. Feminism was fine, so long as she didn't direct too much of it his way.
From the corner of his eye, Wulfram noted Xiven's approach. Another titled Heart, they always had been rather prompt to show up at such political meetings.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 26, 2008 12:14:36 GMT -5
He was all for getting something to eat, especially if it was sweet, he'd definitely inherited Tavor's love of anything with sugar. A grin spread over his muzzle after a quick glance in Vana's direction to make sure she wasn't watching, and then a little wag of his flame colored tail as he nipped at his father's hand, completed by a little growl of course, for ruffling up his fur. The lowland in him made it rather hard to put it all back down neatly once more and he definitely looked silly with scruffy fur.
He picked up his head and twitched his little black nose, trying to get the scent of something tasty over the the various scents of different people. He thought he caught a whiff of something and started to move in that direction with his walk that was a little more prance then anything else.
I think they're this way!
He was certain pap was following, if not, well, he was just wandering off into the 'crowd' talking to himself ... |
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Post by Satra on Dec 29, 2008 3:20:25 GMT -5
"Well, from the letter I got, both of my sons are here tonight, but only one of them works for this court. The other works for the Court of Clubs," she said rather casually, looking over at the man to study his features. She also got her jollies from some of the reactions she got about her Club scandal child. Well, her first one, at least. The other one was off harassing the only person mourning in this entire funeral.
"Well, that's good to hear," she continued, nodding. He was... a very attractive man. He almost seemed to glow up against the dark decor of the Court. The semi-bondage leather get-up he was donning didn't exactly do much to help her thoughts stay clean. How very, very popular he would be if he were to take a little trip to her homeland. "They're both fairly respectable boys. Fortunately the more intelligent of the two is the one actually staying here. You've been very helpful, Your Excellence, and I thank you." She gave him a very respectful bow of her head. She hoped she could get out of this encounter (if not the rest of the day) avoiding the handshake custom. She didn't much care for touching people she didn't know, unless under very specific circumstances.
That, and she had to go find Tegan before she went and caused too much trouble for that Butterfly.
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Tegan was becoming frustrated as the girl's crying had quieted and the roar of mindless chatter had begun to drown it out. A sniffle! The teenager weaved in and out of the people in the general direction of the sniffle. Concentrating as much as she could on what her ears picked up, her head bobbed up and down, as if she were a wild animal scouting out a potential prey, trying to get a better view of it. She would find this Butterfly.
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Post by Nako on Jan 2, 2009 23:47:18 GMT -5
Casting a quick glance toward the queen to make sure she was still preoccupied, he nudged his brother's shoulder to beckon him to follow as he moved slightly further away. As his glance swept across the procession of people, he also took note of the leering eyes of that Yarrow mouse. His hackles came up uncertainly, looking away.
"Bad enough for every gardener to be evicted. Gone." Dead or alive was a little trinket of information he had not been privy too. He wasn't going to ask, either. "Complete wipe of the entire garden staff, and much of a few other wings as well, I'm sure."
Then, in an even more hushed voice, he whispered. "That Yarrow girl.. she won't stop staring. I think she's checking you out but.." His hackles raised again and he had to force them back down by sheer force of will. "I just feel like when a Yarrow girl looks at a man.. -if- they look at a man, it's like you're a piece of meat. Then again, I doubt you'd mind too much."
But even as he tried to joke, there was that odd sense of protectiveness, that young possessiveness over one's siblings that made him feel uncomfortable that anyone was dogging around after his brother. How cute.. Then again, maybe Mikael was just terrified of women.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 3, 2009 2:31:36 GMT -5
(forgive the quality of my post. XD super not with it. XD)
Wulfram managed to keep any hint of surprise firmly off of his features and hidden behind his smirk. "Is zat so?" A Heart with a son in the Court of Clubs? He was actually pretty sure he'd heard something about that, but the Hearts and the Clubs were not of his concern. Especially not in a formal situation. Had it been any other occasion, and had Heilyn not been a titled member of the Courts, he would've had a field day with that bit of knowledge.
For now, the best he could do was arch a brow and let a bit more venom slip into his smirk. Nothing entirely notable unless she was really searching for a reaction.
What Wulfram found most interesting, however, was that she had managed to get a foot - or a child, in this case - into most of the courts. Interesting, but probably not the most politically correct way to do things.
As Lyn carried on, Wulfram's smirk returned to it's normal state of dark amusement. As neutral as he could really get. "Goot to hear." Wulfram hated children with a passion, obnoxious ones even more so. The crow bowed his head as Heilyn did the same. "You are velcome, Your Highness. Auf weidersehen."
While Parvana had managed to control her outright sobbing, she still couldn't manage to completely contain her anguish. Sniffles were a constant and small gasping sobs escaped from time to time. Slowly but surely, however, sobs were turning into exhausted hiccuping.
Soul-crushing depression apparently took a lot out of you.
Anatolius was proud of his boy.
Nova's determination to become a ranger was absolutely admirable and he delighted in the boy's constant devotion to it. He waited until the younger canine had gotten a fixed idea of where to go, and then happily took off in pursuit of him.
"Lead the way, kiddo."
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