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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jun 7, 2009 15:03:57 GMT -5
skrrp skrrrrrrp skkrTalons moved across the wooden surface of the table as bright red eyes scanned the bar. She dug her nail in again, not enough to really damage the table, but enough to make a noise. Again and again she dragged her claw, seeming to grow more interested as she went. There were people glancing around now, as if looking for the source of the noise. There were drunks gaping at her open-mouthed, whispering to each other. " Izzat onna dem.. dem griffins?" It wasn't anything new. They weren't the ones that interested her. It was the others, the ones who were starting to look somewhat twitchy were the ones that had her attention. Her eyes flashed as she stared at them, bright with curiosity. skrrrrrrrrrrpSomeone twitched noticably. skrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpSomeone got up and left the bar, leaving their companion looking rather annoyed. The female smiled, the points of her teeth showing ever so slightly beneath her beak. The drink in front of her went largely untouched, abandoned in favor of much more interesting tasks, but she remembered it just in time to start drumming her claws against it in a rhythmic, regular fashion. tk-tk-tk-tktktktktktktShe'd see who's attention she got with that one.
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Post by Lucca on Jun 7, 2009 21:11:18 GMT -5
((ooc: hope you don't mind if I throw Colin at her...with how edgy he is it would just be fun. XD))  Colin had never been much of a drinker in the past, except when it was the socially correct thing to do (such as having a glass of champainge at a dinner party and toasting the host with it) but things had been...harder lately at home. Now that he had finally obtained a higher rank, changing the 5 of his birthright into a much more respectable 8, the cardinal was getting...restless. And so he had entered a popular bar in the Capital that night. He knew it wasn't the best of places, and so he made every attempt to ignore the other patrons. Especially the ones leering at him and remarking on his 'pretty pink feathers' (they were PURPLE, stupid drunk buffoons...), and so far he had managed to be successful. But when he heard the horrible, incessant sound of scraping, he couldn't help but wince. Stiffly, he sipped from his glass of wine, feathers twitching with barely-concealed annoyance. The noise was coming from somewhere behind him, and he resisted turning around to look, figuring it was just some annoying drunk who was easily amused. But when the scraping turned suddenly into the steady ticking of claws against glass... Colin slammed his glass down on the table, a bit of the wine sloshing up, and whirled around in a flurry of ruffled feathers to glare at the source of the annoyance. His eyes widened briefly in surprise upon seeing the patron, who certainly looked...odd...but that was secondary, in the cardinal's mind, from the fact that they were making a nuisance of themselves! Angrily, he got up and marched over to the other Card, crest raised in agitation. " Excuse me...Madame," he said in as polite a voice as he could manage over his growing frustration. " Do you know the meaning of the phrase, 'common courtesy?'" He eyes flicked quickly to her chest, and he felt a wash of relief on seeing a glimpse of red, though he couldn't see the full rank and Suit from the angle he was at. Just an odd mix, then, and not a...well. He didn't want to think about what image her form had conjured up initially. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jun 7, 2009 21:52:01 GMT -5
((Ooooh glee. X3 Well, I'll give advanced warning, she's not the nicest sort so... Yeah. X3))
From the other side of the room there was a stirring, a movement, something that made the feline-hybrid's head incline to the side, her bright eyes flashing again. There were feathers being ruffled, standing on end, indicating distress and irritation. Better yet, the patron they belonged to was sitting facing away from her, letting her stare at them and measure the response. It was already a lovely response, she found, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth once more.
Then the cardinal seemed to explode with rage, slamming his glass down, pretty feathers all fluffed willy-nilly and looking at her. She returned his look with a mild one, taking into account the fury that showed clearly on his face.
Excellent. She'd never thought she could stumble upon such a wonderful subject as this. What was it that was scrawled across his feathers? Wrathful?
As he approached, she continued to click against the glass, staring up at the bird with unblinking red eyes. When he asked his question, she made a strange noise, a thoughtful and corvid sound. Then she spoke, in a surprisingly soft and feminine tone. "I know that it's a societal construct that, like many societal constructs, holds absolutely no meaning or other worth when applied to the real world,[/b]" she said, stopping the clicking of sharp talons against glass and resting the pads of her fingers against it. Moisture. Slowly, the hybrid began to rub her fingers against the glass, a dull rrrbrrrrrbb and occasional squeak replacing the tapping. "And from the look on your face, I can guess that what you deem to be a 'common courtesy' is different from what I do. I, for one, value the ability of one person to do what they damn well please without being interrupted by a perfect stranger.[/b]"
Then she beamed at him, her feathers fluffing happily.
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Post by Lucca on Jun 7, 2009 22:11:32 GMT -5
It was all Colin could do to keep his rage in check as the Card spoke. She was now filed nicely under his 'severely impolite individuals' category, a category under which existed the Cards who could most get under the cardinal's skin and get him to show why "Wrath" was one of his words. Willful rudeness, Colin believed, was one of the greatest sins that could be committed and yet gotten away with on an almost daily basis. Raised as he was under strict societal norms, everything about this girl rubbed him the wrong way.
" I have no idea what you imagine this real world of yours to look like," Colin began dryly, taking refuge in sarcasm to restrain his urge to peck her one, "But if everyone were to go around doing as they 'damn well please' all the time, well, I don't think that's a world I would enjoy living in. I can't believe you really would, either, if you actually give it a little thought." His claws clicked on the floor as his toes literally curled in disgusted rage as she continued with her inconsiderate tapping. The fact that she was grinning like a maniac only made him bristle further.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jun 7, 2009 22:39:24 GMT -5
Another curious tilt of the head was given, and another thoughtful burble. This was turning out better by the second, the ornery cardinal proving already to be a more intriguing test subject than any she'd encountered in the last several weeks. She'd actually begun to prefer her work as a doctor, finding that so much of the pleasure from raising moods to dangerous peaks had begun to fade. People were getting too nice, were too willing to simply shrug her off as a miscreant and turn the other cheek.
The woman had wondered if the entire world had gone completely mad, perish the thought, with kindness.
Then this delightful fellow had hopped his way into her life, reacting wonderfully to the nonesense she spouted. For a long moment she didn't say a single thing to him, simply taking mental note of his posture, his movements, the things that gave away his emotional turmoil. It was the absolute picture of anger, and it made her puffy little tail twitch with delight. Her work could resume once more.
"I'm not hurting anyone, am I?[/b]" She replied blithely, continuing to rub at the glass, the leather of her talons making the most bizzare accoustics when combined with the glass and liquid inside. She shifted ever so slightly, the bright red "10" on her breast coming into full view. How would that information change his behavior? "I do seem to have misspoken. I'm not some anarchist. I only mean to say that as long as no physical or severe emotional harm is being delt, that it seems quite a lot like telling them to stop is like making a mountain out of a molehill. After all, the divide between one person entertaining themselves with curious noises and another person clicking their toes in barely-constrained rage is not so large.[/b]" then she smiled at him fully, clicking her beak softly and glancing down at his feet.
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Post by Lucca on Jun 8, 2009 5:24:41 GMT -5
It was an effort to hold his position in silence as the long moments ticked by in which the other Card said nothing. He kept a steady glare upon her, feathers still all puffed out to dangerous amounts. He didn't like losing his temper, and it didn't happen often...but when it did, it was always quite a display. Just when he'd told himself that he would walk away from this if she didn't reply soon, the woman finally spoke.
Colin's eyes blazed at her words, and he half-crouched, wings rustling as if he was preparing to charge her, though he stiffly forced himself back to a normal upright position soon after. The sight of the Ten on her chest only enraged him more. So, it was another one of THOSE. The ones who thought their high rank gave them the right to do whatever they wanted! Well, Colin wouldn't suffer to stand for any of that!
"YOU, and those like you, are what is wrong with the world today," he complained, beak nearly grinding together with anger. "The people who show no respect for themselves or others around them by completely disregarding manners and pretending like they don't matter in the 'real world', and how the 'real world' is all dog-eat-dog and everything. Well maybe if more people cared about manners things wouldn't HAVE to be that way! But none of you ever stop to consider that, do you? You just go flouncing around, fulfilling every selfish whim, and think your high rank allows you to escape any consequence for your actions!" Colin pointed a wing at her accusingly. "It's almost criminal. And maybe," he added. "If I had continued to tap my claws in anger for five minutes, even after someone asked me to refrain, then you'd have a point! As it is..."
He was really a perfect subject for the woman.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jun 18, 2009 2:41:36 GMT -5
The explosion was amazing, and as the cardinal ranted the corners of the woman's beak twitched into a wider grin. If he could hear over his rantings, he would even be able to hear as she started to purr. A part of her mind wondered if, perhaps, that would set him off further. That was a delightful thought, wasn't it?
When he finally seemed to finish, she clicked her beak thoughtfully, glancing around the bar. There were a number of people who seemed to have heard the commotion and were now staring at them. She was fairly certain that they were hoping on a barfight - which she wasn't planning on, but she guessed that she could take the bird if it came down to it - and maybe even making bets on it. She gronked softly, then turned her vividly crimson eyes back onto Colin.
"While I am flattered by your assertation that I am what is wrong with the world, I fear you overestimate my personal abilities. Good sir, I do believe you've upset some of the bar's patrons.[/b]" she said, a tone of mock indignation creeping into her voice as the feathers and fur around her face fluffed outward. "And did you ever, perhaps, consider that I have considered such things? Or that it's not my faith in my rank that lets me get away with such terrible things as making noises in a bar, but the way that others react to it?[/b]"
Her eyes sparkled as she tilted her head to the side. "Please, sit down. Otherwise the other patrons will think we will be having a brawl soon, and I'd terribly hate to disappoint them. Wouldn't you?[/b]"
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Post by Lucca on Jun 18, 2009 22:47:27 GMT -5
Luckily (or not, depending on your point of view) Colin was way too involved in being upset and saying his piece to hear the woman purring. Colin bristled at the woman's words. As if HE was somehow at fault for ANY of this! The nerve of this infuriating woman... "I upset them? ME?" he replied hotly, though his tone of voice was forceably lowered in volume. He frowned at the woman's comment about what let her get away with her rudeness, not sure what she was implying.
He opened his beak as she told him to sit down, even with a PLEASE... "If you don't want a fight, what DO you want?" he growled lowly, eyes sparking with anger still, but some of the energy of rage dissipating. His glare deepened as he made some guesses at the answer to his question, and none of them were good. With a rather undignified flounce, he sat, though never taking his narrowed eyes off the other. He tried to force himself to be more civil, but that lurking anger was clear in the tenseness of his body, the way his feathers refused to smooth all the way, the fire in his eyes.
"At least give me the courtesy of a name," he said icily, beak clenching.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 7, 2009 22:01:12 GMT -5
The mirth that has been in the woman's expression returned in full force with the bird's next outburst. His decidedly lowered volume didn't go unnoticed in the slightest, and it made some part of her fluttery and happy. So the anger would go unchecked unless the hypocrasy of it was brought into the open... Then it would continue to grow, but it would do so in a more controlled manner, much less explosive. Fascinating, really. Even more fascinating was the fact that the bird actually listened to her and lowered himself into the seat!
Of course, he complained at the doing, but that didn't seem nearly as important. After all, complaints meant nothing when the request was actually fulfilled! The feathers around her head fluffed up, some on her cheeks raising to cover her nares slightly, something that another avian would almost certainly recognize as a clear sign of pleasure.
"Not a fight, no. That is what I said, isn't it? No, I spend far too much of my life patching up idiots who don't know when they've gone too far. I just wanted to try and piss someone off... It's fascinating seeing how much someone can take, don't you think?[/b]" she settled back, watching the cardinal through partially-lidded, cheerful eyes. Without even thinking about it, her Diamond charm wove into her words, touching each statement in turn.
When he asked her name, there was a flash of annoyance in her eyes for a moment before the Charm overrode it. "For someone who felt the desire to lecture a stranger on their manners, yours certainly leave something to be desired. Haven't you been told that it's considered impolite to demand someone else's name without first giving your own?[/b]" her words might seem overly harsh, as there was none of the charm dancing among them, but she quickly slipped back into it. "It's Zenon.[/b]"
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Post by Lucca on Jul 7, 2009 22:32:58 GMT -5
The avian signs of pleasure were impossible for Colin not to notice...every detail thrown into sharp relief as his strong sense of manners fought with his growing...wrath, making the world seem overly bright and grating. He clenched his beak so hard it hurt, muscles beginning to cramp up from being so tense. He could rarely recall being this angry...and yet this infuriating woman seemed to be ENJOYING it...
...and she'd just flat out admitted she was deliberately annoying people. And that she was apparently a doctor of some sort, but that fact was quickly pushed to the side as unimportant for the moment. He was...speechless. He couldn't believe that she would ahve the nerve to try to get people riled up for FUN, for her own sick amusement! And he was horribly aware that it had worked, which only made his blood boil more. The words all came across as logical, polite, and soothing, thanks to the charm lacing them, but this only made the cardinal feel foolish...and he hated feeling so...outclassed. He refused to let HER win.
He narrowed his eyes at her, restraining the urge to do something he'd fully regret. He had to calm down, keep a lid on his ever-growing rage at this...this horrible...he couldn't even think of a word bad enough. So depite how much he wanted to tear her eyes out, he forced himself to imitate a smile, only years of practice allowing it to look anything like intended. "Of course I have. You'll have to forgive me for that...oversight. I tend to forget myself when confronted with someone who acts as if they were born in a dumpster." It was a rather low blow, but he didn't care, because he'd actually managed to say it in a somewhat even tone. Ha!
"Colin," he stated, thinking that at least her name was...pleasant. He dutifully extended a claw to shake, though he left off the 'pleasure to meet you', as lying to Diamonds was useless.
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