Missing Pieces [Closed]

[FlyingPanther]

[OOC: Well, Kari and I talked about doing this rp before I disappeared off the face of the planet. I would rather that Kari and I get a little farther before people interested in joining can...like...when Severus is screaming or something and therefore alerts other people in the hall to his presence or something XD; Otherwise just Kari and me for now please. Kari, please AIM me or PM me if you are to busy for this rp/etc.]

Severus was already in a foul mood, quietly steaming as the clock ticked away. The only sound and movement from him came from the drumming of his hooved fingers against his writing desk as he waited, eyes on the clock. You see, for some time now Severus' shelf had been missing a few ingredients, and those who knew him well enough would know that weither the ingredients missing were of the utmost importance or something very rarely used Severus would stop at nothing to get the jars filled with them again. He was rather OCD about his ingredients collection in that way. After all, you never knew if there was going to be an emergency that called for something he didn't have.

His serpentine neck swiveled to look at the empty spots on the shelves, and he couldn't help but grimance slightly, before turning back to the clock. It had been some time since he had placed an order to have said ingredients delivered to him, at the time he still had a little bit of everything. Now it was all gone...and it had been past the arrival date AND time. Needless to say, Severus was slowly going mad from lack of 'sufficent supplies'. If it had been something he could have gotten in Capital City he might have gone himself at this rate...but even then...it wouldn't have come at such a great deal as it did from this order. But at what cost?

He began pacing around his laboratory, papers thrown askew just about everywhere you looked, as if whoever had been there had been rather distraught. Everything had been put on hold until the ingredients arrived...until he could feel good again...

[Kari Muffin]

Why did that bastard send her to the damn palace again? She was a Six of Hearts for the sake of the suits. She knew full well that all of the servants were a higher rank than her. Loreta had been to the palace before, and was treated quite like an idiot.

If they wanted to play that game she would too. Delivering bad news was her favorite hobby, which was probably why her boss sent her on this round. She was on of the few could deliver bad news with a smile on her face. This news wasn't as bad as it could be, but late orders never were happy dealings.

In particular with nobles. They like to bitch and moan when you didn't even screw them over. It was a fantastic exercise of yelling, and for Loreta's part... snickering. She loved a good snicker at bad news.

After going through all the haughty and cocky channels she came to the room with the proper person in it. She used her beak to rap on the door before announcing her presence and nearly falling over. Stupid lack of leg. "I have a message here for a man named Severus!"

[FlyingPanther]

Severus was pacing back and forth when the bird arrived. At least, it sounded something akin to a bird behind the door. His mood was less then good, really less then anything resembling good. He walked over to the door, deer hooves cloping with purpose. He opened the door so he could snake his neck through the crack and looked down at the bird in front of him. His eyes were unamused, as the bird might expect. Severus wasnt exactly like every noble, but when his mood was sour it was hard to tell the difference between any of them, "I do hope..." he said, though there was a testiness to his voice that he tried his hardest to supress, "That the message comes along with a lovely package containing very important ingredients that were suppose to be here several days ago? Hmmm?"....yes....despite his attempts to be civil, his condicending tone seemed to be overruling that. Well...maybe he wasn't unlike alot of Nobles after all.

[Kari Muffin]

Ha. Ha. HA!

"I'm only the messenger, sir. I'm 'fraid that there's no package to be delivered. Simply an apology from your supplier in a cute little labeled envelope. I need you to sign the clip board to confirm the message." She smiled as she spoke. Served the bastard right for being so damn cocky didn't it. He didn't even stop to open the door the whole way.

Bugger was going to get what was coming to him them! She choked back a snicker and waited for the all might rant. She couldn't leave until he signed her clip board. It generally meant she had no choice but to listen to his angry ranting. At least she could get a kick out of it on the flight home.

She just wished she didn't have to stand on her one leg. Nobles didn't have pity on disadvantages. She shifted a bit, barely managing to keep her balance.

[FlyingPanther]

His eyes narrowed slightly, as he recited a line from Sophocles, "'No one loves the messanger that brings bad news', messanger or no, you bring news that upsets me greatly...do you get great pleasure out of it? he said opening the door more fully. He didn't like the smile she had plastered on her beak. Behind him was a rather dungeonous looking room, the island table just behind him a few paces back was litered with papers, as well as vials and all sorts of scientific looking dohickies, with swirling acids and electric tesla coils and beekers of all shapes and sizes. The walls were covered ceiling to floor with hundreds and hundreds of filled jars of...things...some could visibly be seen empty.

His slitted nostrils flared angrily and closed with a snort akin to that of a horse...though now with his body fully revealed it could be seen that he was in fact a deer/serpent hybrid. His mood was still less than favorible, but he was...again attempting to keep it together. She was right, she was just a messanger...nothing more...even if she did enjoy being an ass about it. He closed his eyes a bit...the anger filling him entirely, his eyebrows raised, before his face returned to normal...or well...his unamused expression he had on before. He hated people who were asses about things just to be asses about things....maybe she had a reason, but he didn't particularly care, the treat reminded him of his brother. No love lost there...

He held out a hand finally. He finally decided that he wasn't going to reward her asshole-ish behavior anymore. The smile was obviously there to patronize him, as was the stifled sniker, he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of a rant, she wasn't worth it. He raised an eyebrow as she wobbled a bit on her singular leg. If he wasn't so angry at the lack of delivery...the lack of a fully stocked collection of ingredients...he might have felt pity. Though then...how much better would he be then she if he just stared at it as he was. "I assume you have not thought of any better alternative to a singular leg? Or are you as unfortunate in your economic status as you project yourself to be?"...well...that could have been said alot better couldn't it have? Though he could hardly blame himself...he was upset...and if he wasn't going to give her a rant he had to expell his anger somehow. Though it seemed lowly even to him to take a jab at her leg situation, though he was not without suggestions if she could see past his rude nature to the real question being asked 'Do you need help?'

[Kari Muffin]

The heron was in the middle of removing her clipboard from her bag when he made that comment on her leg.

Bastard. That was a real low blow. Choking on her fury with the clipboard in her beak she shoved it into his open hand. Without waiting for him to properly grab it (if it fell to the floor she could careless) she began to speak.

"Just because you're angry at something particularly useless, and I'm a low ranked card doesn't mean you can make fun of how poor I am! I'm sorry that I can't afford a proper leg because I have a small salary and a good mechanical leg cost over 150 gold if I'm lucky. And you know, most of my salary goes to the rent and food." Loreta narrowed her eyes. Ass. Bigger ass than her as far as she was concerned. "Making a jab at my personal situation is dirty when I'm only delivering news about lack of supplies. Congratulations. You have reached lower than any noble I have had the pleasure of being yelled at. If you don't sign the paper and I don't get paid for this delivery I'm peachy keen with that, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is."

[FlyingPanther]

[OOC: Like I said in our AIM convo, Severus is a bit on the emo side lately ; So I appologize if he goes slightly out of character of this moment...meaning...going from pissy to...sad and leave me alone-ish. His muse is just...being extremely strong in the emo direction >.>; At any rate...I hope this is an ok reply ^^;]

Severus really should have expected the outburst, but he somehow hadn't. He fumbled with the clipboard when she roughly passed it to him, but managed to grasp it firmly so that it didn't fall on the floor. Not that he would really care to have it fall on the floor if it made the beyond angry female happier to see him picking it up. He admited with a bit of a growl internally, that he really could have chosen his words better, espeically since he didn't really want to deal with an overly angry and agressive female. For crying out loud all he wanted was his freaking supplies before he broke out in hives from the stress. But this female made it clear that she didn't really give a damn.

So now he had to try to rectify his mischosen words...he sighed a bit and rubbed between his eyes with a index finger and thumb. Her anger had seemingly canceled out the anger he was feeling before. "I didn't mean it that way." he said in such a way that indicated him already being tired with the conversation before it even started, probably not the best tone to take when trying to sort something out...but hell, what had he done right thusfar? He stood up straighter and immidiately took a stance that suggested he was less tired and willing to talk now with a large inhale of breath, then he spoke, "I'm angry because what you consider to be particularly useless, is actually quite important." he didn't feel the need to explain himself further, seeing as he doubted there was anything he could say to make the girl realize how important those supplies were...unless maybe she suddenly dropped dead...or contracted a horrible disease....or maybe grew blue spots randomly...At any rate, he doubted she would listen.

"I meant to really ask if you had found any alternative to your situation. I assume that many people, like yourself have said, don't seek solutions due to money troubles. I was simply going to offer my services to you." He wrote out his name on the clipboard and handed it to her. The truth was, he was intregued to see what he could do to help her, and there was a part of him...that dare he say...felt pity? It could be possible for this heron to accel if she had two legs, it is possible that due to her disability, this was the only job she could do at present. But maybe that was Severus' own need to advance talking. She could very well care less where she was in life. Minds were an interesting thing. The last thing he needed to do was disable her more by not signing the paper.

As the paper said as he handed it to her, "Severus. And If you think I'm low then you have obviously not met many nobles, Mrs. Whatever-your-name-is." he said in a slightly mocking tone. Good job Severus...that will surely make her see that you meant no harm with your words! Though he didn't seem to care at the moment. He could imagine that the heron would probably be done with it as soon as he handed her the clipboard.

[Kari Muffin]

(( OOC: It's perfectly fine. Loreta is just going to be a bitch one way or another. <3 ))

The heron gave a sharp whistle that grew lower as it continued. She was not amused in any sense. "First off. It's MISS. Get your fucking prefixes right. Second of all, who on earth do you think you are? What gives you the right to be a snarky bastard sheerly because you have a job at the palace. Okay, you're a Jack, big whoopee freaking DO! My childhood friend is a Jack and she could make you cry like the little sissy you actually are."

She made sure that her clipboard was securely in her pack before continuing. If she had to make a quick getaway, she was going to have everything in place.

"And thank you very much I don't want your bloody charity. Sky above I actually have a plan that doesn't involve a noble fixing me! Oh! I have every intention of going to someone smarter, sexier, and nicer than you ever could be to make me a mechanical leg. Because I don't want something that's just going to fall off because of shoddy workmanship." She gave him a glared before she turned her back to him. She had his signature, what else did she need.

"Of course. Not like you would ever take my advice, but just so you know, you need to take your head out of your ass and learn humility." If she had fingers she would have flipped him off. Instead she began to hop away. If he wanted to yell at her fine. She would yell back. That's the way things were supposed to work.

[FlyingPanther]

[OOC: I figured XD; and honestly he kinda needs it >.>; if this lasts longer then one or two more posts anyway >.>; Mostly just saying...cause...I appologize if it happens unexpectedly and out of character...ish.]

Severus pretty much tuned out after the whistle, a sure indication that she was about to unload upon him. Alright...so he said something stupid, but did that mean he needed a lecture...no...he was very sure of what he had done, and he had even gone so far as to try to correct it. If she wanted to be a bitch about it until she was blue in the face, he'd let her. He had been insulted before...but at this rate it was just...overkill? Yeah...that would be the word for it. And in his opinion, there was alot of what she said that he could just as equally throw back at her. No...she wasn't worth listening to. Not anymore anyway. None of what she was saying held any water in the long run.

He rubbed his temples a bit. Fine...if she wanted a rude noble...that's exactly what she'd get. He wasn't about to go kissing her tail feathers. He looked at her in a tired manner and shook his head. There were one or two things he thought about replying back to...but realized...that all together...he just...didn't want to talk to her anymore. She had her signed papers...he still had his bad news...there wasn't anymore that needed to be said. Then he thought about not even dignifying her with a responce, and just heading back into his lab as if she were a cloud of smoke that had whisped away and lost his intrest. Yes, that seemed to be the best course of action...but he really couldn't bring himself to do it. He settled with "Good day, Miss." before heading back into his lab and closing the door behind him.

If she wanted to scream at the door for a couple more hours...she was welcome to...but now, Severus was in his safezone...and he could really care less. Now he looked at his shelves instead, deciding what he was going to do about the missing supplies.

[Kari Muffin]

"Have a wonderful time fucking yourself, Sir Severus!" Loreta called back before the door slammed. With a huff at the stupidity of the whole thing she got ready for take off. Honestly, what crawled up that man's ass and died? She had never met someone so social inept to insult her for being poor and not having a leg to stand on.

Bad joke, but it was true. She wasn't the richest person in the world, but she had every intention of turning her life around. It was just slower than she wanted. Finding someone who made a decent leg that wouldn't fall off was her main concern.

Grrr. What the hell was his problem? Hadn't anyone taught him that it was wrong to point out people's flaws when they were simply a messenger. That's why she hated this job. People. Honestly could all jump off cliffs for all she cared.

The heron flew off, still fuming about the encounter.