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Post by Lucca on Nov 14, 2009 9:06:23 GMT -5
As a panicked look flashed through Aima's eyes at the suggestion, Mrs. White felt sure that she would say no, and prepared to launch into a pout. She ignored completely the waste of air that was McDuck's voice. But then...her pink eyes actually widened as the Pine Martin agreed to be a Guinea pig. Now that was very...unexpected. Inwardly, she cackled with triumph, but outwardly, she merely smiled in an interested way. "Oh, well this is exciting!"
She sipped at her newly-refilled tea cup, letting the soothingly familiar taste of Tulgey Red add that extra tinge of enjoyment to the scene. She also began to eat her soup, clasping the spoon in her paws with a daintiness and poise that spoke of years of practice. Her eyes, though, never left the Pine Martin, wanting to not miss a minute of the demonstration. It would, after all, only be about the second or third time she'd ever gotten to see this ability...the most common thing was for the limb in question, especially of a quadrupedal animal, to go through the motions of walking very fast and out of context...
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Post by Esfiel on Nov 14, 2009 19:34:07 GMT -5
The pure, honest shock across Mr. McDuck's face as simply hilarious. She might have said yes anyway, just to see it, if she had known it was going to happen beforehand. Aima tried her best to hide her glee, but she had no doubt that It could see it in her eyes. And speaking of eyes, she felt sudden triumph of her own as the Cat's eyes actually widened! Imagine that! She must have thought I was going to say no, she thought with pride. No one should ever underestimate a Corvie's ability to perfectly stupid things for curiosity and science.
Aima nodded, her excitement actually growing now that she was committed. A small voice in the back of her head was screaming for her to stop him before it was too late. It sounded something like terror, but she had gotten used to ignoring it. To prove to Mr. McDuck that she was sure and as ready as she was going to get, she complied to his suggestion that she should back away from the table.
Really, though, what would he make her do? Make her make a fool of herself? The martin wasn't all that concerned about that. It wasn't her own doing, even if it looked like that. It wouldn't bother her if other people didn't know that. If it were his evil maid, however, she might be concerned for her very life. This was Scrooge, though, and he wouldn't kill her because then he'd have to pay for dinner.
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Then it happened, and it was quite extremely unlike what she thought it would feel like. Her eyes went wider than they had before. There was no way Mr. McDuck was controlling her arm. In fact.. it.. it didn't quite seem like anyone was controlling it. How could that be possible, though? All this would occur to her after it was over. Her mind wasn't thinking in the meantime. It couldn't because her arm was making some of the most bizarre movements ever, and she was shocked with fear and fascination.
It moved in all sorts of directions, all at a ridiculous speed, from movements of walking (for she often walked on all fours), to being held straight out while the arm part past the elbow keep bending and unbending. It flew behind her and over her head. It made brushing strokes and and drinking gestures. Not all in this order, of course, because it was difficult to tell what the order was at all.
The worst was yet to come, however. The little marten often had a habit of spinning herself around when she suddenly remembered something that meant she needed to turn direction to go somewhere else, and when she did this she used her arms to propel her. She had sadly done this earlier that day.
When the arm went to do the motion it jerked around to do the 180. The movement tugged her off the chair, but she was not fully off before it rammed itself into the back of the chair. Both her and the chair toppled over, but the chair merely clattered while the confused and terrified martin screamed. But no! The arm was not yet done. There were more motions to go through, and it didn't seem to mind that she was on the floor, nor did that fact stop it.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 15, 2009 21:43:20 GMT -5
A moment after he'd activated the ability...he regretted it. Why, oh why, had he done that? What sort of...of temporary madness had possessed him that had actually made him think it was a good idea to subject Aima to his ability? And in public, too! He stared in horrified silence, white fingers shaking where they held the watch, for maybe the first minute of the ability (though it sure felt like longer). But right about the time the Martin fell out of the chair, he covered his eyes with his free hand, unable to watch. He suddenly felt a little sick, and horribly, horribly embarrassed.
What were the other restaurant patrons, or the staff, thinking of this...this...display? It must look like Aima was having a seizure...or worse! He winced at the scream, wishing with all his Highland heart that he hadn't been such a fool. Just...just...she'd seen so certain and... That's because she had no idea what she was getting into, you ignorant buffoon! he berated himself.
Finally, it seemed to be over (or at any rate the noise had stopped...in fact it was suddenly so quiet in the restaurant that you could have heard a pin drop.) It was time for...damage control. "I'm...so sorry, Miss Aima. I beg your forgiveness for that...lack of discretion on my part," he began, trying not to moan or flush or do any other number of pitiful things. He risked a glance over the tops of his fingers, to at least see if she was okay. "You haven't sprained anything, I hope?" he asked anxiously.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 15, 2009 21:53:21 GMT -5
Mrs. White sat, calmly sipping her soup, while McDuck lost his composure entirely and Aima...well, Aima felt what it was like to completely lose control of a limb. It was simply amazing, the number of actions that it was doing...she must have been very busy today, and oh what a delight~ When the girl fell out of her chair with a shriek, the Cat covered her mouth with a paw, eyes widneing, as if she was shocked and worried for the Martin's safety. In reality, she found it extremely amusing, and the cry of pain sent a shiver of delight down her spine.
She leaned over a little, the better to see if she was all right...pity that she mostly seemed to be. Out of the corner of her pink eyes, she could see McDuck with his head in his hand. Now that was just...special, and inwardly she rolled her eyes, though she raised an eyebrow at him. Catching his eyes, she smiled in appeared to be a hesitant way, before turning to see the 'audience'.
Why are you all staring? Geez, what a bunch of loons.[/color] She gave a slightly stern, motherly look. "All right now, it's all right. There's just been a bit of an accident, it's nothing to get all ruffled up about now! The poor girl should be all right, but I'm sure the last thing she needs is everyone staring at her!" Most of the patrons flinched in shame and turned away after that, trying to go back to their own conversations and meals, and pretend like they hadn't just been staring. With a nod, Mrs. White hopped off her chair and went over towards the Martin, hesitating to make sure her arm was done twitching. She felt fully satisfied with the day up until that point, and the fact that Scrooge took this so badly was only further cause for satisfaction.
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Post by Esfiel on Nov 15, 2009 22:13:58 GMT -5
Aima lay on the floor in a sort of daze, starring straight up at the ceiling. She didn't care if people stared at her. In fact, she'd quite forgotten that there were other people around at all. Her arm was no longer moving, and there was such intense pain in it that she almost wished that it hadn't stopped. At least that way she'd be so horrified she wouldn't have time to think about how much it hurt. May I be damned if it's not broken, she thought distantly.
It had all been so interesting until it flung her off the chair. After that everything was a blur. She couldn't quite remember what had happened.after that. Her head hurt, her arms, her shoulders...
She slowly came out of that daze as she heard voices. Scrooge was apologizing and asking if she.. if she hadn't sprained anything. Better yet, Mrs. White was scolding the people around them for staring! Mrs. White! who Aima could picture perfectly cackling in the background at what she had no doubt watched and enjoyed.
Everything, Mr. McDuck's apologizing, asking if she'd sprained anything, the image of Mrs. White cackling, and almost wishing her arm was still thrashing suddenly just seemed so... hilarious. Laughter bubbled up inside her, and she was in no frame of mind to deny it. She couldn't answer anyone because she was incapable of it. The laughter burst from her lips, hurting her arm more but unable to stop it.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 15, 2009 22:35:34 GMT -5
For the second time that day, Graeme's beak dropped in total and complete shock as the most unpredictable thing possible took place. Aima burst into the most hysterical laughing fit the Duck thought he'd ever seen. He sprang up from his chair, aghast, his face going very pale beneath his white feathers. The food was completely forgotten in light of this...he was unable to even think about eating. The watch dropped from his nerveless grasp as he stood, flat-footed, unsure what to do. Their waitress approached, looking worried, and asked if the girl was all right and was there anything she could do to help?
Graeme turned and just...looked at her, flustered and unable to get any words out more coherent than: "I...thanks...but...this...she..." and gesturing helplessly with shaking hands. The waitress blinked, and somewhere out of the corner of his eyes he saw Mrs. White inspecting Aima's foot...Suddenly, something in him hardened. He needed to pull himself together. Hadn't he been in far weirder and harder situations before? He'd faced down magical beasts, and crazy Queens, and pushy salesmen. Surely he could handle this!
With a deep breath, his frantic motions ceased, the look in his eyes turned to cold, hard determination, and his face resumed its normal color. "Lassie, I believe we may have a bit of a situation," he said to the waitress. "Do you have water and cloth, or even better a first aid kit? Now would be the time to go grab them." His stern tone brooked no argument, and he moved with confidence over toward his maid and the unfortunate victim of his Jack's ability. "What do you think, Mrs. White?" Thank the Suits for her! She had actually kept a cool head. He was so very grateful that she'd calmed the crowd, even if he wasn't able to say it right then...
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Post by Lucca on Nov 15, 2009 22:45:07 GMT -5
Before Mrs. White could inspect the arm as she intended, the Corvie...had a laughing fit? Pink eyes widened in confusion and fluffy ears went back. This wasn't what she expected at all! Actually, it makes sense. An unfamiliar situation, pain...sometimes laughter is the only logical response.[/color] Actually, the Cat felt the strangest urge to join in, to throw back her head and laugh right along with Aima, and to laugh all the harder at everyone staring like they were crazy, because perhaps they were but that's what life was really about, and perhaps it would sound something like the evil cackle Aima was imagining for her...
But of course, she showed none of this, instead affecting a concerned air, and suppressing the urge to laugh like she did all her other urges. "Aima? Are you quite all right?" she asked in a very careful voice, like one would to a child that was ranting about Rabbits or Dragons or Jokers or other such mythical things. She moved closer again, then, to inspect the leg. It was at a very odd angle, and must at least be sprained, if not broken entirely. A surge of glee followed this revelation, but she turned to McDuck as he finally seemed to pull himself together.
Good. His foolishness, while amusing, was getting quite annoying. "Broken, I think," she said with a sigh. "Poor dear," she added. You entirely brought this on yourself, nutcase. And so the pot was once again calling the kettle black...
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Post by Esfiel on Nov 17, 2009 4:45:36 GMT -5
Was she worrying people around her? She should care; more so, she should stop laughing. She thought she heard Mr. McDuck tell someone to bring water and a cloth. Was he going to throw cold water on her? That might snap her out of it along with making one big mess. Well, she was already a mess, wasn't she? Did the evil demon just say something was broken? Oh, that just figured, but she already knew something was wrong. As long as.. as..
Her laughter faded slowly. What about the tubes inside her? The material used in the tubes inside her were clear, but reinforced with stronger metals to protect them from breaking. In theory they were stronger than bones, but she had never actually gotten around to testing them. Oohh, this was perfect. Now at least she would know!
She leaned up ever so slightly, morbidly fascinated with how her arm had not broken and her leg had. How did she manage that? When she fell off the chair? Hitting the back of the chair with her arm seemed like it should have broken it, but maybe it would just bruise.. did she bruise? She'd never tested that, either. Bruises were the build up of blood vessels in the skin, and her blood was all in those tubes..
She looked at her arm first and saw no bruising. Her excitement spiked. She knew that it was worth it! Who needed blood?! Next came examining her leg.. which was at a very odd angle. Odder still.. she could see a bump running along her leg. It.. bent. Before she could stop herself she poked her leg, which sent a spike of pain through her. She shuttered, taking in a quick in-take of breath. She saw no bruises on her leg either, which hopefully meant she tube hadn't broken. She couldn't feel any internal bleeding, but who knew what that felt like? Bending the tube back would probably be an even more painful process than setting the bone, though.
She looked at Mrs White first. "...I doubt it.." she said hesitantly. She looked at Mr. McDuck, and as though to prove her words right asked, "When's the next time you can do that?"
Ah.. the things she did for science.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 17, 2009 8:30:25 GMT -5
McDuck nodded at the Cat. He'd figured as much...however, looking at which appendage she was pointing at, he was rather surprised to see it was the back leg and not the one he'd used the spell on. Now that was odd...hopefully the other one was all right, then. He frowned deeper at the squeal of pain when she tried to touch her own leg. "Hold on, Aima. I'm going to set it." Belatedly, he remembered that she was a Corvie, and... "Unless, of course, you'd rather do it. Thank you," he addressed this last to the waitress, who'd come back with a first aid kit as well as the water and cloth. Though upon examining the injury, (and being rather relieved she'd stopped the laughter, which he now recalled could be a symptom of shock) there was no need for the water after all. She wasn't bleeding at all.
He opened the kit and smiled grimly as he found what he was looking for: bandages. He looked again at the Pine Martin. "I assure you that I've treated broken limbs many tiomes before, mainly on meself of course." A chuckle. "But if you'd feel more comfortable doing it..." He trailed off as she asked that...question. A very unexpected question that made him pale a bit despite his newfound resolve. "A week from now," he replied, orange eyes studying her. Perhaps she was a bit dazed from the fall? That might be it.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 17, 2009 8:38:20 GMT -5
Mrs. White's ears went back a bit in concern. Now, that wouldn't do at all! And she'd stopped that laughter, too! Pity, that might have helped her cope through the pain. Instead she was going and touching her own leg and that prompted another inward eye-roll, though she didn't actually permit herself to do it. She looked at the Pine Martin squarely. "How do you feel, then, dearie? Does your arm hurt? Can you move the toes on it?" If she had two broken limbs, that would be quite unfortunate. She could probably limp along on three legs all right, but two? Not that she really, honestly cared about all of this. If it wasn't for her employer and needing to keep up appearances of being kindly, she'd just as soon go back to her soup and ignore all this drama.
"Now, why don't you get back on the chair?" she asked, and offered her a paw. Because lying there on the floor like an invalid isn't going to help any of this, she added silently. Really, this whole situation, while amusing at first and arguably what she had wanted to happen, was now making her rather cross. There wasn't even any blood, just a broken limb. She turned to the tubes on Aima's back briefly, and entertained the notion for a moment of what would happen if those broke...oh my, but that would have caused far more trouble and been a worse injury! Pity it didn't happen.
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