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Post by /|/afamere on Nov 29, 2008 0:48:15 GMT -5
Sabe stumbled through the streets of Corvistowne, reciving some rather odd glances twoards his way. He didn't care... he was in a bad mood and didn't want to be disterbed... yet something had happend to him and he wasn't sure what he wanted to do... things were not going right, it seemed as if the world was out to get him something feirce. He knew this part of Corvistowne like it was the back of his hand. He remembered it because of Isolde. She had brought him here to meet her grandfather and grandmother. He knew that if anyone could make seince of his problem then it would be Ophila. She was the one person to go and see about such matters of the subject. Things that randomly grew might just make her day. With that thought he gave a small chuckle as he approached the door to their establishment. He gave a few knocks on the door waiting for someone to answer. He stood their proudly as he could. He wasn't going to be looked down upon. Things like that wasn't what he was about. He had recived some rather colorful comments on his new appendages. He didn't feel the same way as them though... they gave him morning pains when he woke up or moved his orginal appendages that would have been normal to grow out of ones back, did it almost bring him to tears... Why did such lovely things grow from his back give him pains that he wished that he never had. So he waited for someone to come to the door... he hoped that Ophila wasn't in the basement working on something right at this moment... that would have been bad for him... Isolde had told him that Her grandfather knew how to keep busy down their. Well when someone would open the door they would see his duel wings that protruded from the back of his back. One a normal maroon and blue spotted wings that he loved... and a pair of unblemished white wings edged with glorious peacock feathers that was really beautiful. They even give off a incredibly powerful aura of self-assurance, which he never felt... which was sad... He did need some now... mopping infront of Ophilias houshold. |
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Post by Vyn on Nov 29, 2008 1:36:07 GMT -5
Why was it, Ophelia wondered, that guests always had such a knack for showing up when they were needed least? She'd been bored half and hour ago and in need of company then, but the moment she had preoccupied herself with her work someone finally showed up. Oi. Untangling herself from the study she was currently engrossed in, Ophelia made her way to the door. The sight she got upon opening the door was enough to prompt a gentle arch of her brow, but no other signs of immediate surprise. "Sabe, how unexpected. Come inside." The heron looked rather downtrodden, miserable might have been the better word, but his secondary set of wings were very handsome indeed. In fact, they immediately made her think of Rocky. "What brings you to here, Sabe?" As she ushered the heron inside, Ophelia found her mind instantly wandering. Could he fly better or worse, or not at all, with those wings? They seemed awkwardly close to his proper set... "Would you like some tea? Coffee? I can put some on if you'll be staying for a while." |
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Post by /|/afamere on Nov 29, 2008 14:17:31 GMT -5
Sabe just nodded his head and entred the building that served as both a living space and a lab hidden under the house. The heron didn't think that it was well known area, thus he hadn't spoke to anyone about it.
"Some Tea would be quite lovely." he said in aprehencion to her openess.
It was the same look that he had seen before in the room. He notted everything once again, to get his berrings correct and have everything memorized into memory... that was one thing that he was really great at. He could remember things that others didn't quite think about, such as names, places, and faces.
"So how be everything? I remember Isolde saying something about there bein more people that lived here than just you." he said trying to start up some small talk to break the ice that he was thinking that was starting to develop... compleatly ingnoring the obvious question that she had asked.
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Post by Vyn on Dec 2, 2008 23:05:00 GMT -5
Ophelia watched the heron as he made his way inside, his posture and darting gaze bespeaking his downtrodden state even if he couldn't bring himself to voice it. With the way he was skirting a direct answer, however, lead Ophelia to believe that getting the real story of the heron's visit out of him would be harder than pulling teeth.
Just what she wanted to do with her evening.
"Tea it is, then. Would black be alright? I could use a shot of caffeine." The doe chuckled as she stepped out of the room, beckoning him to follow her if he pleased.
She kept up her conversation either way, calling casually through the half-open door or peering over her shoulder to acknowledge the troubled Kahmden as she prepared the tea.
"Everything is just fine." Life had it's ups and downs but for the most part Ophelia couldn't think of anything to complain about... except that maybe she was getting old. Ugh. "Others? Well of course. Maxwell lives here with me full-time, though he's often coming and going between here and the City." The doe smiled fondly at the thought of the up-beat Torque. "He loves to visit with the kids... They come and go as well, though not as often as Maxwell, all grown up and doing their own things."
Ophelia didn't really mind. She kept in tabs with the kids whenever possible, assured herself that they were in one piece -- whenever they allowed her too -- and went on with life as usual. The emptiness of the house had finally become familiar to her again and she was pleased to be by herself with her work most of the time.
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Post by /|/afamere on Dec 3, 2008 20:22:41 GMT -5
The king walked over to the chair that he had sat in last time. he remembred it being comfortable... yet with his new apendages he found that it wasn't as comfortable as he remembred it to be. He gave a sigh after a few winces of pain that shot through his new muscles.
Once in a decent position did he comment back on her mild chat awaiting the black tea that was on its way.
"So... no one is here then? Thats sad... I wasn't able to meet Maxwell... nor any other person."
He gave a small wince that was quite audiable to anyone that had ears within the establishment as he lost his ballance and fell back on one of his pristeen white wings. He had done this many times and each time didn't make it any better. You would think that he would have gotten used to em...
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Post by Vyn on Dec 4, 2008 11:37:12 GMT -5
"Nope, I'm sorry. Maxwell is running an errand in the Capital." Or, more than likely, taking a side-stop to glomp Xylia and her new little ones... Maxwell had no biological relationship to the doe, but he loved her like his own nevertheless. He really did have a huge heart... "One of the kids may stop by though, that's not uncommon."
Sabe's yelp caught Ophelia's attention and, while the tea was steeping, the serpentine doe hurried out to see what was the matter. The heron had fallen over, apparently onto one of his new wings, and looked to be in a considerable amount of discomfort.
Well, this did provide the perfect opportunity to ask the questions that had been lingering on her tongue. "Having trouble getting settled with your new wings?" Stepping over, the spade held out her hand and peered down at him with an arched brow. "Is that why you're here?" It wasn't that Ophelia wasn't fond of company, she was, but she really did hate to beat around the bush. If he needed help, and he apparently did, he better be ought with it.
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Post by /|/afamere on Dec 4, 2008 19:30:07 GMT -5
Sabe took her hand in one of his talons and eased himself back to a standing position, moving his wings abit to get the sore muscles a good stretch.
he too had been beating around the bush... it was hard for him to say things that were on his mind. He was a quite one for that matter.
"Well... I'm here about the wings yes... and I be in need of some profecinal opinons." he said with a big gulp as if he was half expecting for her to kick him out for that statment.
He really wanted someone to help him out. It didn't matter who... but he knew her feild of research and wanted a profecinal opinion on the matter of Wings just appearing... and the apin that he felt from it. It would also further her research in her field of medican and explerations.
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Post by Vyn on Dec 5, 2008 9:20:22 GMT -5
Ophelia helped ease the heron back into a decent position, then stepped back to see if he'd be stable enough to stand on his own. She was pretty certain he would be, but it'd be wrong of her to just let him fall on his tail feathers.
"What sort of professional opinions? They're handsome wings, for sure, but they appear to be giving you a great deal of problems... Visual appeal shouldn't be your only concern when getting such additions." Then again, she couldn't be entirely certain this was even planned.
And then a small chime went off in the kitchen and Ophelia turned to make her way toward the sound; calling over her shoulder as she went "Take a seat on one of he couches, they have bigger seats and smaller backs, so they won't upset your wings as much."
In the kitchen, Ophelia moved the tea, some cups, and the few sides she had -- sugar and the like -- onto a tray that she would be able to easily carry out into the sitting room. She would place the tray on the closest table to where Sabe had eventually settled himself, and proceeded to pour them both cups.
When the cups were attended to and Ophelia could sit down in her armchair, she at last turned her full attention to the king of Clubs. "So what exactly do you need? I'm all ears." This was much better, Ophelia was far more comfortable with business situations than with trying to be friendly and social with people she only half knew.
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Post by /|/afamere on Dec 6, 2008 12:31:00 GMT -5
Sabe did what she had instruted... she seemed to know how to better aquint people then he had thought at first. The seat was more comfortable than he had thought. It seemed to fit him quite right, and suport all his weight.
When she spoke of what he really needed did he look up from his cup of tea... he was about to pour some sugur into the cup before he looked up to meet her steady gaze.
It was about time to tell it strait... no fluff, and expecially nothing that wasn't true... like he did for other people.
"Well... I was at a nice restraunt in the Capital and fell unconcious, where I felt... ... like Ice shoot through my spine to my head." he said with a chill from the experiance. It was something that he had never experianced before, and he didn't like it at all.
"I was with a good friend of mine, which she took me to her house in the capital so that I can wake up... she said that she watched as the wings just grew out of my back... and the pain has been with me every seince." he said glancing over to the handsom wings.
He took a long drag from his cup before he wanted to continue.
"I came here to figure out why... it had happend..." said the heron as he placed the cup back down on the small tray that Ophila had brough in. He didn't remember that the wings were caused by the accident of the Peacock pin that had accidently stabed him... that wasn't one of the things that he recalled.... he thoguht that it might have something to do with his genetic code.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 16, 2009 12:34:52 GMT -5
Ophelia listened quietly, stirring her tea thoughtfully. Hmmm... Nothing there really expressed an obvious reason, though she could assume that someone had drugged him at the restaurant. After a moment she set her tea cup down and folded her hands together.
"I imagine, though I'm no expert, that the pain comes from the wings conflicting with one another. The joints aren't positioned properly to allow flight." She frowned, looking him over. "Can you fly?"
If he couldn't, it would explain a lot of the pain... but not much else.
The icy sensation, however, probably suggested something more magical than genetic tampering. Especially if the wings had appeared after he'd been taken to a safe place. Genetic tampering took a bit more work than a simple drugging.
"From everything I hear, it sounds like an enchantment... or hex, depending on your opinion. It would've been quite impressive... had you not already had a set of wings." The doe leaned back, lifted her mug again and took a contemplative sip.
Rocky would really like to see this, she was sure.
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