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Post by Bee on Nov 26, 2007 2:33:31 GMT -5
Minh, curiously enough, had left the apartment of her own accord, without Mnem pushing her out the door with a shopping list and telling her to hop to it. Mnem still had no idea what the feline was doing, which was always worrisome, but she had the place to herself, and wasn't about to complain about the lack of small explosions.
She found she was terribly listless, however, after tending to her numerous plants. In the time that Minh was gone she had manged to make three batches of perfectly moist and delectable cookies, some key lime tart, and two different cakes. Minh would be in for a sugary feast when she returned, and they'd have enough dessert to feed them for a week. But that did not solve Mnem's immediate problem of intense boredom.
She was currently slouching in one of the seating room's chairs--Mnem gave a passing thought to cleaning, but she really wasn't in the mood to become hideously depressed--and tossed very small rat corpses at Monty (the little bastards had been in her wheat again), who mewled in appreciation and then ripped the bodies to shreds with vicious teeth and hungry snarling.
Perhaps it was time to catalogue her plants again. That was a monstrously time-consuming activity.
She sighed, and rose.
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 26, 2007 2:51:41 GMT -5
He was bored. There was no other word that would fit the situation. He had tried reading a book – which now lay against the window where it had landed after he had thrown it. He had fiddled with some of his jewels but in only a few moments time had grown bored with it, something that never happened.
His restlessness and boredom was starting to make him ticked. Heaving a heavy sigh he decided that he might as well as to head over to Mnem and Minh’s place to see what they were up to. Who knew, maybe Minh has caused another mess or explosion or they had found a poison that had interesting effects, and then there was always Monty. The little bander always amused him. He was almost sorry that the critter could not breed; an offspring would have been a really neat pet.
Grabbing his cane and hat he headed out. There was no use moping around here.
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Post by Bee on Nov 26, 2007 3:02:29 GMT -5
Mnem had managed to get her collection of plants up to near the level it had been while she was in the Gardens. Impossible to reach exactly that number, of course; back home she had considerably more space and a good deal more privacy, but still the effort of keeping track of everything here was quite immense.
She carried her clipboard and list around--thank the stars for a bipedal form; she had no idea how she had gotten along without one before now, because possibly the greatest things in the world were hands--and took inventory, with Monty at her heels. Quite literally. The bander was nipping at her and yipping wildly, which was hir way of letting Mnem know that she had stopped feeding hir far too soon.
"I know, I know," she said impatiently. "You love the taste of bloodied flesh, yes yes, who's mommy's favorite little crazed beast, et cetera, I'll feed you in a moment--"
Mnem was aware of two sounds at once, then--the first was of the front door to the apartment opening, and the second was of a vengeful-eyed bander knocking over one of her plants and letting the pot shatter to bits on the ground.
She responded to both of these noises with a loud stream of violent and colorful cursing.
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 26, 2007 3:33:22 GMT -5
Pushing open the door to the apartment a string of quit colorful curses greeted him. He has gotten quit a few interesting greetings when coming over to their housing but this one had to be the oddest. Peeking his head in he glanced around and seeing no one was there became a little concerned. Coming fully into the house, he shut the door behind him, resting his cane and hat on the small table by the door.
He made his way through the mess quit easily now. When he had first had come here it had been a trial just to get to the kitchen table, now he maneuvered his way though – mostly knowing which plants to avoid and which ones he could touch. Reaching living room he still had come across no sign of someone.
“Minh? Was that you? Wot did you break this time?” When he did not receive the usually reply that she would have offered he narrowed down his list, assuming she was not already dead or unconscious, and called out again. “Mnem, was that you? Is everything okay?”
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Post by Bee on Nov 26, 2007 3:46:19 GMT -5
Mnem looked at the remnants of her pot--finely crafted, a gift, and wouldn't it just figure that this is the one Monty would choose to destroy--and then down at the bander, who looked sneeringly triumphant, as though s/he had just taught Mnem a lesson.
"Joke's on you, my dear little son-daughter," she told hir. "I was planning on netting you some sheep liver, but I really don't think you deserve it now."
Monty peed on the shards of the pot.
"No sheep liver for a month." At Monty's irate mewl, Mnem offered the creature a sneer of her own and finally harkened unto the new voice. The mouse had arrived at just the right moment to be useful. "I'm quite all right!" she yelled, trying not to sound as annoyed as she was. "Just a tad miffed. Be a dear and fetch me the broom from the kitchen closet, would you, Aderlass?"
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 26, 2007 4:06:22 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow at the ‘slightly miffed’ comment. He would not consider the string of curses that had left her mouth to only be a slightly miffed reaction. Falling back into a role he was more then familiar with when at their house, he made his way easily to the closet in the kitchen fetching the broom.
Heading towards the back room he muffled a chuckle at the sight that greeted him. Monty had apparently been up to his mischief again. A plot lay broken on the floor – it had been one of his favorites too – and from the smell that was in the air he had also relieved himself on it.
He handed the broom to Mnem then kneeled down, reaching a hand out to the bander. When the creature finally made its way over to him he played with it, making it chase his hand with its gaze. A few times his caused the little critter to fall backwards, causing a chuckle from the mouse. When the bander snapped at his finger, the mouse let out a squeak and smacked the bander hard on the backside. ”Why you little . . .” He let the rest of his sentence stay mumbled under his breath.
“Other then the obvious, mind me asking wot happened?”
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Post by Bee on Nov 26, 2007 4:14:49 GMT -5
Mnem swept up the broken debris, pausing only to give Monty a shooing smack when s/he began launching hirself at Aderlass. The bander hissed and backed away reluctantly, staring at the mouse with murder in hir eyes. Monty did not take kindly to being swatted in general, not to mention by unfamiliar people, and Mnem toyed with the idea of telling Aderlass to be very much on his guard, as the bander was probably plotting revenge.
"Nothing exceptional," Mnem said, picking up the plant the pot had housed. The plant was resilient and would probably survive; she would just need to find it a new home. "I was taking stock of my plants when Monty decided that meal time was not yet over, and then the little bugger knocked over my pot when I did not respond fast enough." She tried to plaster on a more pleasant smile. "What brings you to my humble little home, Aderlass?"
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 26, 2007 4:37:16 GMT -5
“This, that, and the other, though nothing important.” He replied to her question. He was confused for a moment, Mnem was being pretty formal, it was not like he stopped over every now. Shrugging it off as something was on her mind he continued to watch out of the bander. Though he hated to admit it he knew the revenge it could sic out.
When Mnem had finished cleaning up the shards of broken pot he took the broom and tray from her, making his way back to the kitchen to throw it out. Before making his way back to the backroom he stole a cookie, taking one that had the least amount of sweet on it, since he did not like sweets.
Arriving back he quickly finished swallowing the cookie. “Anything I can do to help?” he offered, it was not as if he was bored or anything. When the bander made to snap at his heels he almost wished he had kept the broom, instead he kicked out at it.
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Post by Bee on Nov 26, 2007 11:43:31 GMT -5
For a moment she considered asking his assistance in taking inventory of the plants, but quickly decided against it. She liked and respected Aderlass well enough, but some of the plants bit, and if he were to stumble across one of Minh's more volatile experiments, that would pretty much be the end of him.
She glanced down at her clipboard. Perhaps Aderlass could keep her company while she took stock, and when she was through the two of them could go out and do something. Probably the mouse wouldn't come to harm if he toured the apartment by Mnem's side. Probably.
"If you'd like to follow me about for a bit," she offered, "you can see my plants, and then I suppose we can go get lunch or something. You're welcome to more cookies, as well, if you'd like them. I don't know what the devil I'm going to do with so many."
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 26, 2007 20:26:12 GMT -5
Following her around worked for him, he was bored however the real idea of having to do something productive did not sound tempting. “Following sounds well enough. I have learnt not to turn my back on the bander, so it is probably for the best.” His interest was snagged when she mentioned her plants. He had been working with her for a bout a year and there were still things that the two females kept away from him – though he was sure most of it he probably did not want to know about anyway. “And lunch sounds like a good idea.”
He took a few more swipes at the bander before he gave up on using his real limbs and he sincerely thought that Mnem would not appreciate him using his hands on the twerp. He headed back to the kitchen in search of the broom . . . and more cookies.
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