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Post by seraaches on Dec 9, 2008 15:17:47 GMT -5
It had been a trying day already. That wasn't even the slightest surprise, however; he was surrounded by the plebeian mind here in the Capital City. It was just another reminder on why he so rarely travelled forth from Corvistowne. It was an insult to his class and his family name to be here, but such things must be endured: for the good of science! Of course, that suffering had nothing to do with the fact that he had an empty teacup and the bloody waitress was nowhere in sight. He turned his head quickly to scan the room again and finally found the idiotic woman. Land sakes, it would kill businesses to have good help. Not that he had any better idea where to find good help; his assistants always seemed to fall victim to the most lamentable accidents. He'd been able to still use, them however. For the good of science, of course. |
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Post by seraaches on Dec 9, 2008 15:45:31 GMT -5
He was staring at her again. The Torquehelm canine fought the urge to shiver. The Corvie bird that had come in, for some reason she could not name, gave her the most uncomfortable of feelings. She turned to glance back at him and, yes, he was giving her a very dark look. She only hesitated a moment before heading back towards his table; she was his server after all, and the fact that he stared at her in a most disconcerting manner did not mean that she could ignore his needs. "May I. . . help you?" she asked in her low, feminine voice, trying to hid her unease. It wasn't a sexual stare; she was used to those, even in this nicer cafe. It was more like she was a bug that he had pinned to his table to study before dissecting. (( Haret may or may not be around for a bit. xD Feel free to just jump in. )) |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 9, 2008 22:08:39 GMT -5
After spending the morning giving advice to various people about wing problems, Rocky decided to close his practice a little earlier than usual. It was one of the walk in days, and anyone who had an appointment had already been met. Tea was always a good way to spend the afternoon. He had entered the shop and taken a table towards the back, so he could avoid some of the curious stares. Outside of Corvistowne he was nothing more than a sideshow for curious people. Bright neon wings and an extra set of limbs. He nursed his tea, glancing through the newspaper he had picked up. Interesting things had been circulating, but if it didn't have to do with wings he could careless. Yellow and black caught his eye in the middle of a sentence. He looked up from the paper to spy a Corvistowneian sparrow. His ears perked. Corvie. Sparrow. Wings. Absolutely gorgeous wings. The day had just gotten ten times better. The raccoon stayed in his corner, waiting for the waitress to depart before he made his move. |
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Post by seraaches on Dec 9, 2008 22:43:15 GMT -5
"Do you see something wrong here?" he asked in a low voice that still managed to carry to their immediate vicinity. "I certainly do, but it's not my job. Perhaps you can use your skills to discover exactly wot's wrong here on my table."
He stared up at the bipedal canine, the beginnings of a sneer decorating his aristocratic features. The idiot thought to lord it over him with her bipedal, did she? She should run back to the kitchen with her tail between her legs!
Though. . . that binding was rather interesting. He wondered how she'd come across that and if her genetics reflected it. It wasn't his main interest, but genetics were a nice sideline. Now if she had something new on her anatomy, that really would be something. Anatomy was his second line of study, after all. And he was excellent at it, of course.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 9, 2008 22:50:36 GMT -5
Haret's ears flattened close to her head as the man berated her. She quickly glanced around, trying to figure out just what he could be referring to. She hadn't been gone that long, and it seemed everyone wanted to have tea or refreshments today and of course this cafe was very popular. It was one of the nicest in the area and they had quite a few regulars. To these Cards, Haret could smile genuinely, but, to the newcomers like this man, she found herself shrinking further and further into herself.
She finally spotted his empty teacup. "Oh, sir, your tea. . ." her words trailed off at his sneer. "I'll. . .refill it. . .now. . ." she darted back towards the kitchens, her tail tucked close between her legs and her head down. If only she had more courage! It was of no use, though and she just continued on with her job.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 14, 2008 19:03:36 GMT -5
Rocky watched the waitress slip away and took his opportunity to move. He wasn't very graceful, but he did manage to hurry his way through the tables. It was a good thing that there were people large like him, who couldn't easily make it through tight spaces. One day he would have two legs... or something.
He came up to the side of the table, with a cordial smile on his face. "Hello, I see that you're a rather skillful Corvistowneian... I was wondering if you had a shop in the Capital."
That was probably the lamest conversation that he had ever started, but it was at least a start. He was in no way interested in mechanics. He failed rather fantastically at them, even if he had a mild interest in them. He just hoped that ultimately he wasn't coming off as creepy. Starting off as a stalker was never a good thing.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 14, 2008 20:16:22 GMT -5
Owen did not jump when he was suddenly addressed, but, then again, it would have taken someone blind, deaf, and not the least bit sensitive at all to not realize that the. . . failed experiment was blundering his way over to the sparrow's table. The Six eyed the Seven with something close, but not quite disdain; at least until the raccoon open his mouth with a compliment.
Evidently he wasn't quite as addled as he first appeared.
"As a matter of fact," he said in a lofty tone. "I do not." He glanced around and this time real scorn and sniffed delicately. "There's not enough mental stimulation here to draw the real geniuses." He cocked his head to one side, eyeing the raccoon with something between curiousity and repulsion. "What. . . happened to you?" He tried to make it sound as though he was merely interested and not vaguely put off by the changes done to the raccoon. The only thing really captured his attention, though, was what sort of changes the man had made to his anatomy. It'd be interesting to dissect this one.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 14, 2008 20:32:24 GMT -5
"Excuse me?" Rocky said raising an eyebrow. "I'm Rocco. Plenty of people know me in Corvistowne as successful in my field of flight." He honestly didn't like stuffy people. At least this bird was pretty to look at, unlike some snotty Corvies.
"I put the wings on myself. I can fly just like any bird. My legs are just because of a rather unfortunate experiment outside of my element. So what happened to you, good sir?" Rocky said as he eyed the sparrow's lower half. It was a waste, really. It could have been covered in pretty yellow and black feathers just like the rest of him. Many Corvies probably viewed it as successful experiment but it was a bit of a disappointment for the raccoon.
Of course. He knew about most of the bird's in his area of Corvistowne. This Card, however, was new to him. He hadn't heard of a mechanical Corvie in the news for a while.... so why was he so bloody smug?
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Post by seraaches on Dec 14, 2008 20:39:13 GMT -5
Owen almost absently accepted the man's explanation-- he was apparently already overwrought by the attention bestowed upon him by the sparrow. "They're rather garish," he commented without prompting. "But the experiment itself must have been wonderfully difficult." It wasn't quite begrudging praise, but it certainly wasn't a heartfelt acknowledgment of Rocco's skills.
When the question was turned to him, Owen lifted a mechanical foot rather fondly and clenched and unclenched his feet, showing off the intricacies involved in even that simple gesture. "This," he informed his companion seriously. "Is a lifetime's work culminated together to become perfection. He put his foot back down and gestured towards the other chair with his head. "I am Richard Owen," he fairly announced. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rocco."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 14, 2008 22:14:07 GMT -5
Quite the pompous sort. Having him wake up in the dead of night with Rocky's face pressed on his window was a wonderful mental image. He choked back a smug grin and sigh.
This egotistical bird was still rather interesting. His wings were absolutely amazing. Keeping that thought to himself Rocky eyed the bird's feet again. It was a delicate job, but it didn't seem to have as much heart as putting on wings or other appendages did.
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Richard Owen. Which name do you preferred to be called?" He didn't meet many people with family names. Even most successful Corvies didn't bother with those. It just...wasn't a Corvie thing he supposed.
"You specialize in mechanics then? Can you still manage to fly with the extra weight?" Rocky asked curiously. From his study of birds most of them had trouble flying when their body was altered in a fashion like that. This man, though seemed a bit too... cocky to let something like that happen.
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