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Post by Kitty on Dec 26, 2008 3:18:05 GMT -5
His little notched ear twitched forward at that laugh and smile combination, this woman was a little odd ... but not unpleasant. She was pleasant to talk to even if she had those little strange moments and danced around some of his questions ... at least she managed to pull it off in a manner that wasn't suspicious. And then she seemed to drift off again and it made him really start to wonder what exactly was going on in her head ... or if there was anything at all. There was always the possibility that she had some sort of... mental ... thing, he didn't really know the proper phrasing for it really.
He took the moment of silence to enjoy his tea and was thoroughly thankful for the dexterous paws he came equipped with as a rodent ... they definitely came in handy. And then she was back, asking him questions again ... but he really didn't mind answering. It was good to have ambitions when you lived and worked in a Palace, right?
I do have aspirations for something more, a title one day would be grand. I think ... it would be more rewarding to work my way up from where I am though. It might give me a little edge to, yeah? |
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Post by seraaches on Dec 27, 2008 12:37:35 GMT -5
"Oh, yes," Dre answered. "Working your way up is lovely. I think its a great way to truly understand the workings of the Court."
She sipped her tea thoughtfully and eyed her pet again. Drostan sent her a baleful glare, but remained still for now, trying to ignore the big bow tied around his neck. It was wrong for her to treat him this way; he wasn't a doll, after all. Really, if you thought about it, he was an adult and should have full rights if not for the low rank on his chest.
"I always thought being a guard was dreadfully interesting, even though I personally have no desire to try that route. It would be good to know all of the secret ways through the halls and passages, though. Have you learned many of them?" Her gaze slipped back to the chipmunk curiously.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 27, 2008 14:06:33 GMT -5
He let his gaze slip over to the Ace, not really down because... well, there wasn't much of a difference in size between him and the creature. He finally took note of all the scars the pet had and wondered briefly if they were from his mistress ... or from something else because no one would purchase an Ace that looked like that ... would they? He heard most people used their to be flashy little pets ... then again Dre didn't seem ot fit in the category of 'most people' now did she? Well ... that little train of thought had certainly gotten him nowhere... nowhere at all.
He looked back up and over when she spoke again, ignoring Drostan once more.
To be honest ... I never thought about hte job until it was suggested to me by another Jossiggy here.
He took another sip of his tea before answering her actual question.
Well, it's difficult to gauge that when I don't know how many there actually are, but I know a few... it's hard not to find at least some, especially when you first get here and find yourself completely lost.
Beowulf had showed him around the palace when he'd first gotten here, but it had taken him awhile to actually remember where different things were. The palace was large and he was a little on the small side, especially compared to how many bipeds and humans were around. He'd never seen a human up close until he'd arrived here. |
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Post by seraaches on Dec 30, 2008 12:01:51 GMT -5
If it was Dre's grandfather who had suggested that particular route to the chipmunk, the avian hybrid would know no end of delight. She only lent the wonder of who this evidently brilliant Josiggy might have been flit briefly into her mind, and then allowed it to just as swiftly float away again. The likelihood of them sharing an acquaintance was, after all, quite slim.
Drostan didn't appear to even notice the stare; he was still too busy thinking disgusted thoughts at his mistress. Though, if he'd been aware of Jarvis' thoughts on his scars-- as in, even the possibility of Dre having caused his scars-- he would have immediately set the record straight.
"You'll have to show me sometime!" Dre exclaimed with excitement. "I would love to know where any of them are. I feel it's important to know, just in case. . ." She didn't finish that thought, but, of course, everyone was well aware of the late Serafino's mysterious death.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 31, 2008 1:01:23 GMT -5
I'm afraid I can't show them to you unless I know your intentions ... tea in the garden is one thing, that's ... another.
He'd started here sometime after the previous Queen's demise and, that in mind, didn't feel quite right with the idea of showing her the passages he knew after she'd glossed over several of his questions. He hadn't the foggiest clue of her lineage or her intentions and had no qualms against letting her know that she was still a suspicious character in his book ... Highland Heart with manners or not. It really wasn't anything personal ... he just took his job seriously and intended on keeping it. He was pretty certain it wouldn't look good on his record if he showed her around and she did something... less then legal and it got traced back to him somehow... or maybe that was just him being paranoid like his parents always seemed to be.
He twitched his tail a bit and took another sip of tea, olive eyes watching for any kind of response from over his cup, the Ace once again ignored. |
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Post by seraaches on Dec 31, 2008 1:09:36 GMT -5
The Highlander mix gave another burbling sort of laugh, evidently not the least bit offended by the chipmunk's response. "The Queen would be pleased to hear that," she mentioned in an almost offhand manner. "He's very safety-conscious." She tilted her head in thought, the movement very pretty. "I think, no matter the changes that come to the Court, you should stick with it. The Court will certainly need the support of her guards." She sent him that bright smile again, almost as though she didn't have a thought in her head.
Drostan was already terribly bored with the conversation and was well ready to move on, but Dierdre, for some reason he couldn't fathom, seemed to enjoy this stuffed shirt's company a great deal. It had to be, he thought wryly, her feather-headed nature. For all that she could be quite intelligent at times, she was really naive at others.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 31, 2008 1:21:42 GMT -5
His notched ear swiveled forward as the woman grabbed his attention once more.
You know the Queen?
He was curious, even if that wasn't what she meant. He'd heard things about the present Queen, but it wasn't as if he'd ever met him, although it was an interesting prospect. Obviously she could lie to him, so whatever she said in response he wouldn't really take to heart .... but it would be interesting to hear none the less.
Now if only that Ace wasn't so bloody interesting looking. Had he been a proper little pretty pet he wouldn't have paid him any mind, but the fact that he was almost on the complete opposite side of the spectrum from that kept him from ignoring the mustelid completely. He had a whole set of questions he'd love to ask about the creature but there were two reasons he didn't make the effort; one, he was pretty certain she'd skip over most of it in that not entirely unpleasant way she had of doing so and two, it didn't really fit into the present line of conversation.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 31, 2008 1:33:37 GMT -5
Dre turned to smile rather mysteriously at the man. "You don't?" she asked in an entirely innocent manner. Still, as she took another sip of tea, her thoughts seemed to turn inward. "I heard someone say he's paranoid, but I can't really believe that of him. . . Well, my father did mention some of his past, so I guess it's not entirely implausible that he is paranoid. But a bit of paranoid is good for your health, right, Jarvis?" She put down her cup to ponder it a bit further before shaking it off. "Well, in any case, Grandfather seems to have done well enough thus far, but I heard we lost some of the guard after the last assassination. I'd hate to think that he would be unprotected should some other unfortunate incident occur."
Drostan glanced over at the chipmunk and would notice if the other Card was staring at him just then.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 31, 2008 1:43:01 GMT -5
He was staring at the ace ... but he really couldn't help himself. He'd never want one, ever ... he'd just decided that ... a talking pet just... didn't seem fun. It could be .. under the right circumstances, but for the most part ... no. And then once again his attention was drawn back to the odd mixed regioned woman who he still wasn't entirely sure what to think of.
I've heard that as well, but I don't take anything I hear to heart. Servants gossip ... and there usually isn't much truth to it.
He shrugged and went to take another sip of his tea when she continued to speak and he paused before taking a sip and stared at her in silence for a moment. That was ... a little bold of a statement there, wasn't it?
Grandfather?
Was he supposed to believe that she was the granddaughter of The Queen of Hearts? He knew the Queen had children ... but not any grandchildren. It was a somewhat unnerving thought even if he wasn't sure whether or not to believe her. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 14, 2009 15:09:40 GMT -5
Drostan's ears flattened and he bared his teeth at the chipmunk. He probably outweighed the other Card by at least five pounds. If it weren't for the accursed symbol on his chest, he could take out the other man easily. The grison sighed under his breath, fur bristling out for a moment before he forced it to settle back down.
"Yes, her grandfather, he sneered instead, turning his frustration back at the Josiggy Marshdweller. "Are you deaf and blind?"
Dre gave a low trilling laugh again, smiling brightly at the chipmunk and apparently still completely unaware of her 'pet' talking. "Yes, my grandfather; you've already said you haven't met him, so I won't ask you for your personal opinion of him." Their whole conversation might bother someone without the right personality; it's twists and turns, however, would be well familiar to anyone who knew Ira.
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