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Post by Satra on Nov 29, 2009 14:34:57 GMT -5
[FFFFF Alaster muse is for some reason not letting my brain go. Expect kinda slow responses to this one, and expect potentially crappy writing. I just need to give his muse something else to gnaw on. >< Sorry Xenon, no Pale. XD Alaster needs to play with someone else for a while.] Alaster rubbed his now useless nose, wishing desperately it would work. Still, better him than a Noble. He worried about the others who had touched the objects on the former Kind of Spades. The man... what in the hell were his intentions? Their intelligence team was working on it. Still, regardless of the man's intentions, Alaster felt a stab of shame every time he thought of it. Someone had gotten into the Court of Hearts and attacked their nobles. Someone powerful. He was a guard. He was supposed to prevent this. He turned over some thoughts in his head as he lay in the grass in the sun, wings spread to catch more light. He was in a part of the garden that seemed to be less popular with the nobles. Still, one could always be surprised. |
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Post by Kitty on Nov 29, 2009 15:03:05 GMT -5
[[ Same with Jarvis and I ... we seem like a good pair for this <3 ]]  He hadn't been anywhere near the ruckus at the time ... .but he'd certainly heard about it and held an amount of guilt as well. He'd been a guard for so long that every aspect of it was still ingrained in his mind, probably forever, and he just felt as if he should have been able to prevent it... or give a warning... something. However, he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit relieved that, for once, he hadn't been in the wrong place at the wrong time this time ... which made him feel even more guilty. And every time he had some thinking to do... well, the gardens were the perfect place to do it ... especially out of the way parts. He had his spider limbs curled and tucked to his sides as he made his way down the path a little faster then casual pace, until a lump of Highland colors came into veiw and he paused, blinking olive eyes a few times before relaxing ... how this card was built, and the markings told him exactly who this was. Not too long ago they'd been comrades of sort ... or at the very least they'd both shared the same profession. Ahlo Alaster. His little ears flicked forward, well ... perhaps it would be better to spend a little time with someone else ... someone who wasn't a noble, for just a while. |
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Post by Satra on Nov 29, 2009 15:22:23 GMT -5
At the sound of Jarvis' voice, Alaster twisted his long neck to face him. He gave the spider-limbed Chipmunk a smile.
"Hello, Jarvis. It's been a while. How have you been?" he paused, then laughed, "Or should I say Your Excellence." Old habits. He hoped Jarvis would let the slip slide. He didn't seem like the type to let power get to his head too terribly, but surprises happened. He rubbed his nose again out of habit. Logically, he knew it would accomplish nothing, but it didn't stop him from doing it subconsciously when he wasn't paying attention. He tucked his wings into his body.
"You are welcome to sit with me, if you would like."
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Post by Kitty on Jun 23, 2010 17:20:59 GMT -5
Even if he was a Jack now, and a previous guard .... he still had a wee bit of shyness. He managed not to get a noticeable -through-fur flush and waved away the slip with a paw and a little turn of the head. He was still getting used to having a title.
It has been far too long, hasn't it? Just readjusting my life here and soaking up anything useful that I can. Old habits die hard though .... I still find myself doing hall patrols in the middle of the night ... tell me that isn't strange.
He chuckled lightly and moved forward, accepting the offered seat with a grin that showed off his pointy fangs.
Any new mishaps since I moved out of the loop?
He'd always found the stories and 'adventures' of the other guards fascinating, even if a few of them seemed a little too good to be true. He didn't mind a little fabrication as long as the story was told in the proper manner. Bad stories were made so much worse by awful storytelling. Unless, of course, the teller was more then a little intoxicated. You got some ... interesting tales that way for sure. Quite a few on the embarrassing side of the spectrum to boot. |
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