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Post by seraaches on Sept 30, 2008 12:50:00 GMT -5
Niklaus slipped that dagger back into the drawer; no, that wasn't the right one. Perhaps he hadn't kept it here after all? Maybe it was actually in. . . the Lowlander turned again and wandered slowly towards his bookcases. His hands were still careful as he ran his hands back behind the line of musty books. His memory wasn't as good as it had once been, and he didn't want to chance slicing open his hand on a weapon he had misplaced.
His finger brushed hardened steel and he ran the tips of his fingers lovingly up the blade to reach the hilt. The design felt right. He pulled it out, hands running along the weapon to test the sturdiness as well as looking for the hidden catch. . . yes, there it was. This was the one.
"I'm going to go in there," Se said suddenly. "I don't have time for this."
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Post by seraaches on Sept 30, 2008 13:03:12 GMT -5
"Patience," Ira invited instead, voice calm and easy-going. His ears were tilted towards the bedroom and he was fairly certain the shuffling steps were about to come back their direction. "He's old," the colt pointed out, abruptly stretching out his legs in front of him. "He needs time to remember where he stuck the thing." The teal boy rose and began to poke around the room again. There really wasn't a great deal here, but, like the house, things were a great deal nicer than they appeared. And, of course, appearances were everything here.
Zeus stormed after his packmate and the child. He plotted horrible things to do to Trot under his breath; the disregard of a direct order was hardly the main of the reasons why the Hellhound leader wanted to throttle the other man. Of course, he'd be hard pressed to point out the biggest reason he wanted to kill Trot. But no. You can't kill someone for being retarded, especially if you were the one to cause it.
Even if they deserved it.
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Post by Kasatsu on Sept 30, 2008 21:26:22 GMT -5
When his new friend picked up a stick and gave it a toss he let out a happy yip, bouncing up in the air once before setting off for it. Since it had not gone far it did not take him too long to bring it back to his friend. Dropping it, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, he waited for it to be thrown again.
This was great fun!
Trotting slowly behind them, keeping an eye on the angry lowlander the whole time, she was a little worried over the matter of his muttering. Though she could not make out all that many of his words - many of which even she would probably be smacked for using - she wondered if it was just a bad habit of his or if he was insane.
She was pretty sure she had heard it said that those who muttered to themselves in such a fashion were touched with the hand of insanity. This did not bode well.
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Post by Bee on Oct 2, 2008 21:04:36 GMT -5
He was peripherally aware of the presence of the other Lowlander, but he tried his best to ignore it in favor of playing with Trot. Surely no one would sneak up behind him and knife him in the back when a fellow Lowlander was there, and Venka could kill him with her bare hands, no matter how crazy in the brain the man was. He was safe for now. Probably.
"Good boy!" he said, forcing cheer, grabbing the stick again and then tossing it, managing to get it a bit farther. Trot really was kind of adorable. He would make a better companion than Monty, certainly, who regularly tried to claw, bite, or otherwise maul him. He thought that the mad Lowlander man was probably lucky to have a friend who was always happy and ready to play, no matter how criminally stupid he was.
"Ven, you should throw the stick for Trot! It's really fun."
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Post by seraaches on Oct 3, 2008 14:27:25 GMT -5
Niklaus slipped back out of his bedroom, a dagger carried carefully in his jaws. The Coonhound froze, unseeing eyes sweeping the room as his ears perked up slightly. His 'guests' had moved. "Find what you were looking for?" the Coonhound asked dryly and carefully around the weapon in his mouth. He shuffled back to his blankets and gently eased himself back down with a low groan. It was getting too hard to move.
The Lowlander carefully extended his head so he could put the dagger down with an almost loving gentleness. He put out a paw to pet the weapon's hilt.
Se turned to stare at the weapon, eyes narrowed as the Lowlander settled back down again. Was this what he needed?
"A good weapon." Niklaus gave a single nod. "Made with the best steel in clean water." His reverent tone bespoke how difficult that was to get.
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Post by seraaches on Oct 3, 2008 14:49:33 GMT -5
Ira's ears tilted back mischievously. "No, I haven't found it yet." He turned around, however, when the hound settled on his blankets. The man had a weapon and Se was eyeing it with a great deal of interest. Perhaps this was the one, then. That would be a relief because it would make this a very swift process for them.
Ira moved back over, noting that the Coonhound's ear twitched quickly towards him, though the man gave no other indication that he knew the young stallion had moved. Interesting. 'Appear weaker than you are.' Evidently the Lowlander subscribed to this philosophy. Very interesting.
Zeus stopped angrily at the edge of the muddy clearing that the two were playing in now. "Trot, this is my last warning. Get your *#($ tail back over here."
Shin loomed in his vision, but the Lowlander Heart tried to just ignore it. "Cussing in front of the children again. . . Not good, little dog."
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 7, 2008 14:56:28 GMT -5
Ven looked back and forth between her brother, the sneering stranger, and the one who was obviously not completely there in the head. She was not sure what to do about the situation that her brother had put her in. Not wanting to let anyone in on her discomfort she gave a, "humph" in reply to her brother.
They were going to die.
Hearing his commander's command he raced over to the bipedal with the stick in his mouth. Dropping it in front of the other male he gave a happy yip. "Are you going to throw it?" He asked excitedly.
Whenever Zeus threw it he could get the stick to go really far! Sometimes it even took him a long while to fetch it. A few times it had even gotten lost and he had had to bring a different stick. But he was cunning! Oh, yes, for Zeus had never suspected a thing.
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Post by Bee on Nov 8, 2008 0:19:12 GMT -5
Vishne really didn't know why Trot seemed so very fond of that big mean dog. That particular Lowlander made Vishne want to soil himself, run away, and cry, in no particular order, and probably all at once. So while the nice (if very, very dim) Lowlander went enthusiastically over to him, Vishne hung back.
He hoped that Ira and Se would soon be concluding whatever business they had at this shop so they would get out of the Lowlands already, and Vishne could begin doing whatever mental gymnastics were necessary to turn this into a positive experience--or at least one he could write a very epic poem about. His budding poetic genius was already thinking up a dozen ways to say that an area was dusty and evil. Something like the arid, dry wastes so like a bitter soul deprived of love or something. It needed a bit of tweaking.
He edged closer to his twin, nervously. "Do you wanna tell Se and Ira to hurry it up?"
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Post by seraaches on Nov 8, 2008 1:01:55 GMT -5
"How much for it?" Se snarled quickly. Though he needed to look at it, to touch it, see if it was the right one, the one he needed for his task.
The Coonhound stared in his general direction, the milky white eyes unable to lock completely on the winged mix. "Depends," he answered slowly.
"On wot?" Se's voice simply gained impatience.
Niklaus paused pointedly, a quick reminder that the boy was not in charge of the transaction, no matter what he was looking for. The canine would be certain of the hybrid. "On whether or not you're the right one for it," his tone had gone sharp, testing. His voice made it sound like Se could not handle even this non-magical blade. "It seeks its owner," he continued, letting his words drop low. Se's ears pricked forward so he could hear. "It looks for the right one."
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Post by seraaches on Nov 8, 2008 1:14:10 GMT -5
Ira broke the mood suddenly with a bright and sunny laugh. "So many parlour tricks, old man," and any respect or reverence had slipped from his tone. "You play the magician, but you're little more than a fraud."
Niklaus drew himself up, managing to look affronted and injured as he attempted to seem threatening. The colt wasn't fooled; the man was putting too much into each emotion he was trying to cultivate.
Zeus seriously debated about it. This really just might be the time he actually killed Trot. Shin loomed in his face for a moment then suddenly dashed back to dance over Trot's head almost playfully. "Too bad, too weak, Zeussy poo," the ghost taunted the man.
The Lowlander's hands clenched tighter. Trot's voice grated against his already thin nerves and he suddenly snarled loudly and slammed his pain ability on the Club.
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