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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 29, 2009 20:03:36 GMT -5
Parsley stared at the man as he spoke. He didn't mean to, but it was painfully difficult not to. Everything that came from the Golfram was a surprise. Hopefully his claim about having a good memory was true. Then again he could always ask the waitress for a pen and write everything on a napkin.And maybe draw the map so he didn't have to bother to go home. He didn't want to lead a stranger like this there.
"Most cities are prettier I suppose. Not many of the people in Corvistowne really care about the exteriors of the buildings. They much prefer to focus their efforts on their labs and the interiors." He gave a small shrug. "My house, for example, looks its haunted on the outside. On the inside I like to think it is pretty well organized."
As for the people. Well. Wasn't the Golfram going to have a shock when he entered the capital. He was about to say something when he watched in horror as the man gulped down the entire cup of coffee without a second thought. He remained silent for a few moments as he waited to see if anything was going to explode because of his actions.
"You're not supposed to drink it like that," he finally said.
He didn't take notice of the other card who had entered the restaurant. He was too focused on not smashing his head against the table.
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Post by orestes on Dec 1, 2009 1:46:13 GMT -5
His fingers started to get jittery, no doubt because of the effect of the coffee, the digits pushing the empty coffee mug from side to side, watching it go back and forth between his hands as the strange person he was with kept on talking about haunted houses or something or other, it was strange, but Glaz felt like he meant well, even though every other word of the squirrel went over the Golfram's head. At the comment of the coffee he looked up.
"Well how'm I supposed to drink it then? Ain't no other way you could drink methinks. Was I supposed to put it in m'eye or something?" He laughed to himself a little before he heard something stepping inside the restaurant. Turning his head he saw the blue-colored Corvie. And he saw the.. what did he see? His eyes shot open, all three of them, and he turned to the squirrel and spoke in a not-so-hushed tone as he blatantly pointed at the newcomer.
"Oi! Parsley! That one over there's got a metal thing stickin' in its head! Is it okay? Maybe it'll be croakin' soon, never saw anyone with somethin' in its head like that living for very long." he said excitedly, pointing out the marten's oddities as he conveniently ignored his own third eye.
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Post by Esfiel on Dec 5, 2009 0:26:12 GMT -5
Well, the Golfram's style of taking notice of her was hardly graceful, but she supposed it worked. It wouldn't be surprising at least when she approached them. Something so rude merited a comment of sorts, even if she wasn't rude back. Which she wouldn't be, of course, because she was used to most the remarks about the plate in her head. It was nothing to be rude about, especially when they weren't a Corvie. They just didn't understand the great things that happened in Corvistowne for the advancement of science.
Aima got up and headed over to their table. She sent a questioning look at squarrel, as though asked if he had any objects to her joining them, before looking at the Golfram. "Actually," she started, tapping the metal plate, "this helps keep me alive. It collects nutrients from the sun and gives them to my body." Now she looked back at the squirrel and raised an eyebrow, silently asking if his companion was serious. She couldn't help it. Although she did get stares, no one usually thought she was about to drop dead.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 5, 2009 14:11:26 GMT -5
Parsley was about two inches form smacking his head against the edge of the table. This was just so utterly painful it was hard to comprehend that someone could be so naive over everything. "You're not supposed to drink it in one sitting is what I meant," he was about to say something else before pointed out the person who had walked into the restaurant.
And blurted out something so utterly ridiculous Parsley was left speechless. He didn't know what the other Corvie's specialty, but clearly she was some sort of chemist. Why else would she have those tubes sticking out of her and a... solar panel? Maybe she wasn't a chemist and just had one of her parents experiment on her?
He sighed when she came closer. Of course she was going to say something. He gave her a rather pitiful look of "save me, I'm sorry" before she explained what the implement on her head was. Her second expression almost made him cringe. He briefly mouthed the words "he's a moron" before giving her a smile. "I'm sorry about that. Would you like to join us?"
And save him from the stupidity. That would be nice.
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Post by orestes on Dec 5, 2009 21:02:57 GMT -5
"Ohh. I see." Actually he didn't. How in the world could a metal thing get energy anyways? Doesn't make sense. Ah well, she wasn't dying. No matter, didn't seem like she had any valuables on her anyway.
"Well! Apologies miss." The Golfram said, bowing his head. "Last bloke I saw with metal sticking out of his head was dead as dead, so I reckoned you were on yer way out." He grinned, "Better for the owners of this place that yer not, cleaning up stiffs is never a job anyone wants t'do." He nodded to himself.
"The name's Glaz." he told the blue marten with all the tubes, which he did not ask about, figuring it was some sort of city folk fashion. "Been traveling about lookin' for the Capital, ended up here! A bit o' a weird business, but I didn't have a map, so I went wherever m'nose took me." All three of his eyes looked over the newcomer carefully. Not a pocket in sight; too bad.
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Post by Esfiel on Dec 7, 2009 23:11:57 GMT -5
...how in the world did one end up in Corvistowne from Golfam Marsh when heading for the Capital? He would have had to completely circle the Capital and run into no one who would redirect him. The pitiful look of help and calling him a moron was certainly starting to make sense. That was stunningly pathetic. Maybe she could use that against him and offer to show him the way to the Capital in turn for a bit of free heavy labor. The boxes weren't that[]/i] heavy, and he wouldn't find out she'd cheated him until he was somehow made less... daft.
Aima had half a mind to tease him and make him think she took his apologizes as him being sorry that she wasn't on her way to dying, but she didn't want to scare the poor bloke. "That sounds rather... inconvenient. I mean both the being dead and then cleaning it up." She smiled encouragingly at squirrel. "Yes, I'd be....to join you." She muttered the middle so they wouldn't hear it because she wasn't sure what she felt at joining them. Happy? She was a bit unsure what she was getting herself into.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Glaz." Such a weird name and sounded close to glass. She almost wondered if that's where it came from. "My name is Aima," she offered taking a seat. "So how'd you two come to be seated together? Seems like quite the, er, odd group."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 8, 2009 11:21:20 GMT -5
Parsley still had that urge to smack his head against the table. It would certainly make him feel better even if it was only temporary. He refrained however, as he listened to the conversation between the Golfram and the new Corvie.
He noticed the mutter, it was hard not to. And then there were introductions. Oh yes, how had he forgotten? After her question he gave a rather pathetic excuse for a small. "I'm Parsley by the way. And he seemed a little lost, so I thought it might be nice to help him out. You know, charity for a stranger."
Because Glaz certainly needed a lot of it. The squirrel went back to sipping his coffee. Where was the food anyway? It was certainly taking quite a long tome for them to complete the order, wasn't it? He glanced around the room for the waitress, but failed to locate her.
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Post by orestes on Dec 12, 2009 21:52:43 GMT -5
"The smell's the worst part o' it." he responded to what Aima said. This new one was much too strange for Glaz's tastes. She had the metal thing in her head, all sorts of tube contraptions coming out of her body, who knows what sort of a weirdo she was, though Glaz wasn't sure if she was quite stranger than those he knew in the Marsh, however. He cleared his throat a bit and eyed her as she sat down, all three of his eyes examining her. She really is a strange one.
At Parsley's words, the ferret gave a nod, "Yeah, 'e's been a big help so far." he said, somewhat truthfully. Well, the squirrel did save him from having to obtain money via illegal means. After all, if worse came to worst, he'd probably just rob someone in this town. Glaz's experience with outsiders is limited, but one thing he did know is that they were easy to rob, especially in the Marsh. But this wasn't the marsh.
His own coffee was depleted, so he slid the empty mug back and forth between his hands, feeling more than a little hungry himself. They were probably trying to cheat him out of his food! Or are busy poisoning it. Damned outsiders.
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Post by Esfiel on Dec 13, 2009 21:27:20 GMT -5
Aima blinked at them. What smell? In the restaurant or did he mean all of Corvistowne? Either one, she'd never noticed much of a smell that apparently was a bad one. Huh. Maybe she was used to it because really, could Corvistowne really smell worse than the Marsh he was from? It was something she'd never test. She had no intentions of ever visiting. Aima decided to just not comment on the possible smell.
"Nice to meet you, Parsley," she said gracefully, then she really couldn't help it. "A little lost?" she asked with a sarcastic smile, although the words themselves didn't sound sarcastic. "Well I have to commend you on taking time out to help Glaz out." Especially if the little she'd seen of him so far was anything to go by.
She paused for a moment, sipping the tea she brought over with her, before looking at Parsley and continuing on. "Are you going to show him the way to the Capital, too? He could end up in Hisstor Wastes next if he's not careful," she joked with an innocent smile so that hopefully Glaz wouldn't take it as an insult.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 17, 2009 19:00:23 GMT -5
Parsley smirked as he continued to sip his coffee. Oh today. Today was not what he expected it to be, and in all honesty he wished that he had never run into the Golfram. But it wasn't like he could turn back time or anything. Pswh. Whatever. "I have no intention of taking him to the capital myself. I have too much work to actually do, so I was going to let him have a map of mine."
He tapped one of his paws lightly on the table. Where was the food anyway?
The waitress finally appeared carrying the trays of food. She set down the proper dishes in front of the two men. "Enjoy! Oh, is there anything you need Miss? And I'll get you a refill for your coffee, sir." She hurried over to a counter to grab the coffee pot, and if Aima had anything to say she would hurry off to get the order.
Parsley took to devouring his sandwich. Table manners be damned this would at least give him a tiny break from socializing with the Golfram.
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