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Post by Lucca on Nov 6, 2009 20:11:03 GMT -5
Frowning, Graeme lifted up a hand to try and stave off Mrs. White's fretting. His maid was nice enough, but she could honestly be so -odd- sometimes. He wondered if she shouldn't be taking some sort of medication. Then again, it may just be a quirk of her Realm. He snorted slightly at the 'generous' comment. He would be the first to admit that it simply wasn't true. What had anyone ever gained by being 'generous' other than an empty wallet and 'friends' that would mooch off you all the time? Pah!
He nodded absently at the bread comment, pulling a piece toward himself, but the majority of his attention was focused on Aima as she reached into her box and pulled out...a bottle? He was immediately wary, but leaned forward to look. Sugar pills? He'd never heard of such a thing. But her explanation made sense. "Ah! I see. So we are, in essence, inducing a sugar rush and seeing how long it last?" A smile curved his beak. Not only was it an amusing concept, but it would certainly take far shorter than the initially proposed test. "Very well, that sounds agreeable. I think...perhaps three of them?" With a wink, he reached out, grabbing three of the pills and tossing them in his tea, watching as they dissolved. "Do you have a watch, Aima?" He hoped so, or else he'd have to time it using his, which...wouldn't work so well, since it was very much a magical watch and would vanish if Aima tried to touch it.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 6, 2009 20:21:08 GMT -5
Nellwyn merely laughed lightly as Mr. McDuck seemed to get a bit annoyed with her. She smiled at him fondly, ears curved in a gesture of submission, and turned back to her tea and bread. She, of course, had absolutely no way of knowing that Aima hated bread, and might have found the pine martin's paranoia confusing at best, and...well, darkly amusing at worst. As with most good things, though, her odd little purely dotty mood didn't last long, and the sound of the bottle of pills had her ears perking forward as she turned curiously, something flashing through her eyes as she watched the transaction.
He's going to...believe the bottle and accept the pills, just like that? Really? Now that was really stupid, even for him. Had the Pine Martin gained his trust so much that he was relaxed enough in her presence to not even consider that she might be lying? That the so-called 'sugar pills' may in fact be sleeping pills, or worse? After all, pills could all look the same to someone unfamiliar with pharmaceuticals, and putting them into a mislabeled bottle was as easy as...well, as easy as lying.
She turned to the Pine Martin lazily. "And you, Aima? Are you also going to be adding sugar pills to your drink? You know, to compare the difference?" Her pink eyes stared intensely at the Corvie. If anyone was going to kill that fool of a duck, it should only be in the time and place suiting for such an important figure. Poison is such a...boring way to commit murder.[/color]
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Post by Esfiel on Nov 8, 2009 19:53:20 GMT -5
((I read about his magical watch again and it makes me laugh.))
Aima did have a watch; it just wasn't with her. It was locked away in her lab. (The lab was locked up, not that watch, because that would just be silly.) There were other ways to time things, though, that much she'd learned, but maybe.. maybe he had a watch? That would make things easier!
Before she could reply, however, It spoke, asking her if she was going to add it to her own drink as well. Oh, the nerve! It sounded like the creature thought she had an ulterior motive, that maybe she was lying in some way about the pills. She wanted to summon up all her pride and point out that she had said we, something she was sure It had pointedly ignored, but instead she poured three pills onto her paw from the bottle and smiled at the demon. "Of course! It wouldn't be a very good test otherwise." She dropped the sugar pills into her drink, knowing full well that between the tea and the sugar pills she was going to have some serious energy. She'd deal with that as it came.
She turned her attention back to Mr. McDuck. "Erm.. I'm afraid not. Would you by chance?"
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Post by Lucca on Nov 9, 2009 8:21:59 GMT -5
Graeme shot Mrs. White a warning look. It was odd how mistrustful she was being right now, though he had to give her some credit, she was just looking out for his interests, which he certainly appreciated. In his mind, it cemented even more that despite her odd demeanor, the Cat had actually come to care for him in some way. Or perhaps, the more cynical side of his mind interjected, she just cares about a constant paycheck. Remember the state she was in when you found her? He shook his head and smiled. Either way...he distinctly remembered the Pine Martin saying 'we'. "Mrs. White..." He paused, wondering if it was even worth the trouble and possible awkwardness to point her mistake out to her. "You should be sure to keep a close eye on me, in case the sugar rush induces me to attempt something foolish." He chuckled lightly. This might actually be rather fun. He eyed the bread, but really, he didn't need to put even more sugar into his system!
His beak curved into a slight frown at the reply: no watch. With a slight sigh, he drew his own, magical pocket watch out of the pocket of his jacket. Golden, fancy, and very nearly trembling with magical energy to remind him he could use his Jack ability. He'd found it was rather tricky to use the watch without activating the ability, hence...but, desperate times. He carefully popped the top to glance at the time. "We'll have to use mine, though I must warn you not to attempt to touch it. Also, if your right paw should begin making odd motions...I do apologize." He smiled warmly, eyes twinkling, and then raised his cup of tea in his free hand, glancing at the watch to be sure of the time. "Very well then! To a successful test, and an enjoyable lunch." He waited until she, too, had raised her cup, and then took a large gulp of tea, noting instantly just how sweet it was.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 9, 2009 8:30:06 GMT -5
The Cat was satisfied when three pills disappeared into the Corvie's cup as well, sitting back with a calm look, and finishing off the last of her own tea. She idly wondered when the waitress would return, though this thought was swiftly interrupted by McDuck as he...made a strange 'request' of her. She had a funny feeling he had been about to say something else, but...really? She scarcely refrained from rolling her eyes. Believe me, Sir, you look foolish enough on your own without any help from sugar rushes.
"Of course, Sir," she said aloud with a polite little laugh. Her ears did perk as she saw the pocket watch come out. Now that was definitely a risk the Duck was taking! It he were to set off the ability...oh, to see the reactions to that! It was such a -fascinating- little one, too, watching as someone lost complete control over one of their limbs...a slow smile curved her mouth as the warning came from McDuck's beak. A lot of good that would do if it actually happened! Not like there would be anything Aima could do to stop it...there was also the fact she could sabotage the test by touching the watch. You know, 'accidentally' brushing her shoulder against it...but that didn't seem nearly as fun as the possibility of the ability being set off.
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Post by Esfiel on Nov 12, 2009 2:37:43 GMT -5
The marten gazed at the watch in a curious manner. She had seen hardly no pocket watches at all in her life, but somehow she felt that this was different from most. She was not to touch it, either.. and why not? It tempted her to touch it, just to find out, but she withheld the urge. Sometimes (well, very few times) testing things was bad. That and it might look suspicious if she compromised her own test results.
And what was this about her right paw? Why would it make odd---oh suits! Her eyes grew wide as her right paw, seemingly all on its own, grasped her glass of tea and raised it up to meet Mr. McDuck's glass. "Whaaa--?" she started, only to be interrupted as her hand continued to disobey her, bring the glass up to her mouth and pour the tea into it in mid-speech.
Aima had to force herself to swallow it, least she end up spitting it out all over the table. Not that she was actually thinking to be considerate, but her mind was telling her she had to either suffocate or swallow it, so forced it down she did. The next risk was entering a strand of violent coughs, but she managed to get herself under control before that happened.
When it was all done, she started at Mr. McDuck in shock, completely forgetting about Mrs. White for the moment.
"...is that what you meant?"
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Post by Lucca on Nov 12, 2009 18:25:47 GMT -5
Graeme paid only slight attention to Aima's strange expressions as she met his glass in the toast and sipped her drink. He continued to sip at the tea, wanting not to burn his tongue, but to ingest the sugar at a fast enough rate to help along the validity (and speed) of the test. One eye remained on his watch, making sure he didn't set off the ability, and...
He blinked confused, orange eyes at the Pine Martin, setting his cup down, empty, and pushing his glasses further up his beak. "Is what what I meant?" he asked blankly, and then frowned thoughtfully as he replayed the last few minutes in his mind to see what might have made the Corvie ask that. "If you mean did I set off the ability, than no, I did not. Believe me, you'd have noticed if I did, in a way that was much more dramatic than..." His eyes brightened in sudden comprehension, and he laughed.
"Oh, no, you misunderstand! I assure you that toasting me and drinking your tea, well...those are not the odd actions I was speaking of!" He looked around, and then leaned a bit closer to her, and lowered his voice to speak in an excited whisper. "You see...this pocket watch appeared on the day I replaced the number on my chest with a J. The ability that comes with it I alone may make use of, but with its activation, I do not gain direct control over your limb." He gave her a meaningful look, and if she was still confused, he'd explain further.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 12, 2009 18:33:35 GMT -5
The Cat could only stare at Aima in confusion. Did she think somehow that McDuck had set off the ability? No, no, she was sure he hadn't...she knew what that looked like. It was hard to forget seeing an arm or a leg redo every action it had recently taken in quick succession, after all. She settled back down into her seat as the misunderstanding was made apparent. Strange, then...very strange. Her pink eyes gleamed with sudden malice, though it would seem to be simple curiosity from the placid look of the rest of her features.
"Oh, but Mr. McDuck," she said sweetly, "Perhaps, to clear all this up, a demonstration is in order? After all, she is a resident of Corvistowne, and they learn best through...experimenting." Plus, she thought it would be amusing to watch. And perhaps the limb would become sprained, or something else exciting would be shown...but of course, her tone and expression would betray none of her ulterior motives for this suggestion, and only seem to brim with idle curiosity and the desire to help.
Whatever Aima responded, it would be at this moment that the waitress would show back up with their food, as well as refills on the tea for those who had finished.
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Post by Esfiel on Nov 14, 2009 5:00:51 GMT -5
Suddenly the little pine martin was extremely confused. Has she been confusing herself in some way? Was this one of those instances when you thought so surely that something was happening to you, that it actually happened? Usually it was with diseases. If one person had the disease and everyone else around them thought it was contagious, the whole group would get so paranoid to the point that they would actually develop real symptoms even though they didn't have it. What was it called? Mass hysteria? That must be it.. although this case wasn't a disease. Maybe she was just over-analyzing it? She was told she did that sometimes.
It was a good thing it didn't activate just by being pulled out, at any rate. Though what was this? A demonstration of Mr. McDuck using his Jack's ability to control one of her limbs against her will? Was the creature mad? She had merely thought her limb was being controlled and almost panicked! Now It wanted it to happen for real?
"Well if it wouldn't be a problem.. It does sound fascinating." Because when it gets right down to it, curiosity always win out.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 14, 2009 8:57:55 GMT -5
Graeme laughed at his maid's little joke, for she could not possibly be serious! No, no, that wouldn't do at all, use his ability on someone for an experiment! "Now Mrs. White," he said jovially, "Let's not be silly!" He thanked the waitress for his food, and then turned back to the conversation at hand with a chuckle. "It is not an ability to be used lightly and..." He suddenly stopped mid-sentence at Aima's words, pure, honest shock displayed across his face, beak falling open in a rather comical expression.
"You...but....that..." he sputtered, one hand going to his forehead in confusion. "You honestly want to...feel those effects?" He fell back a bit weakly in the chair. This was absurd! He'd never heard of anyone requesting a potentially dangerous or uncomfortable ability to be used on them before. Then again, she -was- a Corvie... "If you're...absolutely sure..." he answered weakly, orange eyes looking at her closely. He moved the other hand to his watch, to the knob that on a normal pocket watch would just wind it up...He cleared his throat a bit nervously.
"You might want to...back up from the table a bit..." Assuming she didn't balk at the last minute (in which case he would promptly halt the motion) he activated his Jack ability by winding the pocket watch. It shouldn't hurt her, but it might be rather...odd...
Jack's Ability: Once a week, he is able to pull a small, rather intricate, gold pocket watch from his coat and force an opponent's limb (he may only choose one) to repeat any motions it has made in the last seven hours very quickly, and without the owner's control. This should last up to anywhere from 5 to ten minutes. The pocket watch vanishes when anyone but himself attempts to touch it.
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