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Post by Lucca on Sept 29, 2009 19:08:38 GMT -5
 Mirriam found herself in Capital City once again, and even being trusted with a bit of time by herself! This was rare due to the horrible end to her last 'adventure', which had resulted in the rather nasty scar along her neck and jawline, which still stood out even under her fur as a jagged white line. But no matter, she was on another adventure now! And with permission this time! Well, under one condition that is. That she didn't leave the confines of the small park near which was the tea shop her babysitters were currently at. However, this was just fine with the little bat, as she loved the park! It was full of flowers, and trees, and a lot of open space...and lots of interesting people! Well...except for today when she seemed to be the only kid there. But that was okay, since as one of the very few children that lived at the Court of Diamonds, and an only child before that, she was used to entertaining herself. " Back, evil monster! Back, and may the fire of a thousand Hisstor suns burn you into oblivion!" With a cry, the Bat lunged, a pointy stick clutched in her claws, at her enemy: a trash can. Hitting the can straight on, she circled around as it rocked, and then dove again, giggling through her attempt at a battle cry, to hit it again. This time it actually tipped, and trash was sent sprawling over the ground. The Bat blinked, then giggled a bit, fluttering over the mess she'd made. " Oops! And now it is time to help clean up the city." She dropped the stick and landed, trying to right the trash can. It was heavier than it looked. Grunting, she threw her whole back into it, pushing with all her eight-year-old might. Which wasn't much considering her build. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 29, 2009 19:46:34 GMT -5
Othello could see the street in front of him filled with people. He just couldn't tell if the people were real or not. It was fairly difficult to deal with the problem as he decided just to walk in a straight line and hope that people would move. He knew his brother was stalking him in plain sight a distance away. Mother wasn't one to let him wander around on his own. They were supposed to always travel with an adult. However, all the adults had been busy so Xander was the poor substitute. How the cat had convinced Mom to let them go out, he was completely unsure. But Othello was slightly grateful. The boy was trying to get to that tea shop that mom and went to once or twice. He peered around the corner of a fence that he generally assumed was there. It was the entry way to the little park she had talked about.... CRASH! Othello yelped and fell backwards at the sudden sound. What was that? His ears flipped forward when he heard a girl's voice. Wha? "E-excuse me? Are you all right?" he asked tentatively as he once again peered around the fence. He groped at the surface with his mechanical hand. Okay. The fence was there. Or something like it. |
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Post by Lucca on Sept 29, 2009 20:47:03 GMT -5
Mirriam was so involved with her little task that she didn't notice when she was no longer the park's sole occupant...well, until she heard a voice. Her ears perked and her brown eyes flew open, searching immediately for the source of the voice and falling on what seemed to be another child, older than her, and all kinds of brown and purple and interesting colors. She gave the newcomer a friendly smile.
"Hello! Oh, no, I'm fine, don't worry!" She gave another grunt as she strained with the trash can. "Just trying to get this...thing...to stand back up. Don't suppose you could lend a paw?" She smiled hopefully at him, having no idea that the other child was completely blind. He sure was interesting looking! Why did he have a weird greenish mist near his face, and a mechanical leg...she almost dropped the trash can to go over and investigate, before she remembered she'd actually asked him to come over. Hopefully he would!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 30, 2009 11:11:46 GMT -5
Oh, it had already gotten so awkward so quickly. The boy shifted into full view, his tail twitching along with his whiskers. He was a little confused by the voices request. What did she want help with?
A curious expression crossed his face, followed up by a rather embarrassed one. "Ah... I withh I could." The blush was actually visible through his fur, though it did its best to blend in with the purple and brown. Maybe the girl wouldn't see?
"But I can't see what you're doing. I'm blind." Well, he was sort of blind. He could see things. He just couldn't see things how they actually were. It was better for people to believe that he was actually blind than crazy when it came down to it. As of right now he was seeing nothing but an empty garden filled with flowers. The spot where the voice was coming from had nothing there.
It was frustrating.
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Post by Lucca on Sept 30, 2009 19:24:26 GMT -5
Mirriam tilted her head at the strange child, expression falling to confused sadness, about to ask why he couldn't...when he answered the question very plainly. She blinked, and with a clatter, the trashcan dropped, forgotten as the Bat walked over to the other child, who was looking almost right at her but...couldn't see her.
"Ohhhh, well I've never met anyone that's blind before! That's gotta be rough." She couldn't even really get her mind around what it would be like to not see...her ears drooped a little, but on the whole, she was more curious than sympathetic. "Maybe you can't see 'cause of that green mist covering your eyes." She shuffle hopped closer to him, tilting her head curiously, having no idea that being so blunt might have been considered rude. She sniffed, then blinked in surprise, leaf-shaped nose wiggling.
"You smell like mint leaves," she commented excitedly, drawing even closer to sniff at him some more.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 30, 2009 22:39:27 GMT -5
The boy was a little surprised when the trashcan was dropped. He jumped where he sat, ears pinning down against his skull. The words were a bit of a comfort, as the girl--whoever she was-- was all right.
And suddenly she was very close to him. He blinked a few times. "Ah well, it'th complicated I guessth." He said as he looked around. It really was a nice place to look at. There was nothing strange that had happened here either. "Yeth, the green mitht is the reathon why I'm blind. At leatht that'th what everyone guesstheth." Hopefully she could understand him... one day he would get his mouth fixed and not have to speak with a lisp. He hoped anyway.
He gave a small nod. The smell had always been impossible for him to ignore, even if he had grown used to it. Mint. It was the scent that would never leave him. "Yeth, I thmell like thith all the time." He tilted his head. "I'm Othello, what'th your name?"
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Post by Lucca on Oct 1, 2009 5:12:02 GMT -5
By now, the girl had all but forgotten about the trashcan, since making a new friend was far more exciting than cleaning up the park. Besides, she needed someone to help her lift it anyway, and it would be hard for this boy since he couldn't -see- the trashcan. She wiggled, head still tilted in his direction curiously. "Ah, right! Well that makes sense. Were you borned with that?" From the limited amount of people she'd met, the Bat had figured out that sometimes, people were born with the strange things, and sometimes they messed with items or Corvies and weird things happened. Luckily, she didn't have very much trouble understanding him. She just thought it might be his...what had Mr Birdy-Man called it with that visitor to their Court who she'd asked why he talked so weirdly?...ah, an accent!
"At least it's a nice smell," Mirriam offered by way of consolation. "You could smell like rotten fruit all the time. Actually, it seems kinda cool...you might be able to get out of taking a bath." Mirriam giggled, still being at that age where it was a bit of a chore to get her to agree to bathe, though she actually didn't mind it in the end. It was just annoying when her wings got wet.
"I'm Mirriam! It's nice to meet you," the Bat said, fluttering in front of Othello. She gave a happy little squeak, glad that this day had turned out better than she could have hoped.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 2, 2009 19:16:07 GMT -5
Othello really could feel a blush forming. He felt so awkward. The girl seemed nice even if she was a little blunt. And maybe a little strange, he wasn't sure yet.
"Ah, that'th true. I do like taking bathth though." He gave a small shrug. When she introduced herself his tail gave a twitch of a wag. A slight grin was on his face, which probably looked ridiculous with his buck teeth.
"What are you doing out here alone anyway?" He decided to ask. He hadn't heard anyone else around behind them, and to his eyes the garden was still completely empty. Did she always play alone or was this just an unusual occasion. She didn't have the manners most people he met had... then again he hadn't met many people beyond family. And he could hardly tell her age.
Meeting people was pretty stressful.
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Post by Lucca on Oct 2, 2009 20:09:00 GMT -5
"Baths can be fun...sometimes. Warm ones especially," Mirriam agreed. She'd never had a warm bath before coming to the Palace; whatever temperature the water in the pool in Avington was, that was the temperature her bath was. It hadn't always been cold. The sun made the water pleasant enough but...it was never warm. When Othello smiled, the Bat did too, very happy that he seemed to enjoy her company. She loved making new friends!
"I'm having an adventure!" she responded immediately, raising her head proudly. It was true that she was still learning manners. She knew how to act around adults, and nobles, and all that...but she hadn't had as much time with anyone her own age. Not yet, anyway. Mr. Birdy Man was organizing some sort of...game or lessons or something to fix that. "Of course, I'm not completely alone, and I'm not aloud to leave the park. See, my last adventure didn't go so well, I got..." She started to brush aside the fur near her scar, to make it more visible, before remembering Othello couldn't see it. "Well, a very mean Rat-Bird attacked me, and I got a cool battle scar from it...so after that, I'm not allowed to really wander by myself. Miss Amy is with me, but she'd in the tea shop over there." Mirriam rolled her eyes a bit to show what she thought of these restrictions.
"But I was trying to clean up, because I accidentally knocked over the trash can, but it's too heavy!" Her ears drooped and she looked back over at the spot, all the trash over the ground and...wait, what was that? Something blue and silver glinting in the sunlight, in the grass next to an old newspaper... "Ooh hey! I wonder what that is?" She swooped over to claim it, forgetting about Othello for a moment...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 8, 2009 10:23:19 GMT -5
"An adventure?" Othello repeated quietly. That sounded pretty exciting. Though being confined to the garden didn't sound all that fun. It was kind of like being stuck in the palace all the time. His ears swiveled forward as she spoke about the scar.
The capital really must have been a dangerous place. Rat bird? That sounded horrible. The mixed breed's tail curled tight around him as he continued to listen.
And continued to be confused when the subject changed. He gave a small curious whine before he decided to stand up, and edge a bit closer to the girl's voice. "What ith it?" he asked curiously sniffing.
He couldn't really get past the smell of the mint. That was another problem having the strange stuff coming from his eyes. His sense of smell was always tainted. His whiskers gave a slight twitch as he struggled to judge the distance between them. And in reality he was nowhere near the girl.
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