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Post by seraaches on Dec 14, 2008 22:58:30 GMT -5
"Just Owen is fine," he answered. One did, after all, have to endure certain liberties from one's contemporaries. "Where is that bloody waitress with my tea?" His gaze slanted briefly towards the kitchen before it was recalled to his guest.
He snorted at the questions before addressing the more important of the two. "Of course I can still fly! It would utterly defeat the purpose it I could no longer do that!" He stretched out his wings as though to prove the point and nearly smacked another customer in the head. He refolded them without an apology to the other Card. "This metal," he said conspiratorially. "Is my own special alloy. It hardly weighs more than my muscle and bone used to it. It was useful dissecting the legs, though. There's a great deal more to feet than one would first suppose."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 23, 2008 18:19:29 GMT -5
Owen it was then. It seemed like a rather pretty name for a pretty bird, even if he was a rude snot. Honestly he acted a lot like an Esterberry. Maybe he had one in the family that he had to compete with or something? Maybe Rocky would hang around him long enough to find out.
"I always imagined mechanical Corvies weren't interested in biological things. I generally have to know how the body works so I can attach wings to people without having rejection issues. I'm not familiar with all the muscles contained in the appendages. I imagine it was quite a feat to figure out how to connect living tissue to mechanical and have it work." The raccoon said quietly as he nodded an apology to the person who Owen almost hit.
"What kind of tea are you drinking? I can smell the dregs from over here."
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Post by seraaches on Dec 24, 2008 14:35:56 GMT -5
"My specialties may lie in the mechanics, but I hardly keep myself bound to that single topic." He sniffed delicately. Really, he tended to dip his feathers into all sorts of different experiments and concepts, he simply excelled at metals. And he'd spent enough time in the anatomy side of the biological that he could rebuild his legs with little trouble. His wings fluttered briefly before resettling along his sides. "I had to dissect quite a bit to learn the mechanics needed to rebuild my legs." His gaze turned sly at his turn of phrase.
At Rocky's final question, however, his irritation returned. "It's orange jasmine," Owen's eyes were back towards the kitchen."She'd better be brewing a fresh pot for how long she's taking." He didn't spare a thought for how busy the cafe was.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 4, 2009 21:54:02 GMT -5
"This cafe is always busy, it tends to lake the fast service because of it. However it has some of the best tea in the capital." Rocky said with a small smile as he looked down at the empty glass that he was holding himself. What had he been drinking again? Oh well.
"A lot of people I know tend to stick to their own specialties. Well, I stay towards chemistry because it's difficult for me to understand mechanics. I much prefer organic material to inorganic. I just can't seem to grasp the concepts behind it all no matter how hard I try."
He shrugged yet again. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. "So a great mind like you doesn't have a place in the city. Where's your shop in Corvistowne? Since... you have to have a shop where you offer services. I might have to visit with a friend of mine who's looking for a mechanical leg."
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Post by seraaches on Jan 8, 2009 15:17:11 GMT -5
Owen ruffled up his feathers and gave a low snort. Excuses were not acceptable. He found it strange that this raccoon was so willing to make excuses for the cafe. "Well, she needs to step on it; my time is valuable." Not that he had a great deal going on today. Nevertheless, it was the principle of the thing.
He sort of nodded to Rocco's explanation of his own work, half-listening for something that could be interesting or, at least, of use to him. Sadly, it wasn't sounding like the Card could be. Ah, well. He gave the man a half-smile tinged with his disinterest, though he thought he was covering it very well. "How. . . interesting for you. I find that both materials are worth the effort it takes to use them; you expand your mind that way."
"My shop is on the far side of Corvistowne," he said absently. "Just outside of a town called Berilium." The idea of more mechanical work did manage to distract him from his empty cup, however, and he finally focused on the other man again fully. "Wot species is this friend of yours?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 8, 2009 17:15:50 GMT -5
The raccoon raised an eyebrow at the sparrow's impatience. Apparently the town he lived in must have been pretty fast when it came to delivering tea. Then again there were a variety of places that stayed open 24 hours just serving bad coffee.
Apparently the change in subject did manage to catch the sparrow attention. Mmm. Egotism was fun to play with. "She's a heron. She had an accident with her leg... and she got an unfortunate magical replacement. Once they figure out how to remove it she wants a mechanical replacement. I figure I could send her your way if you're the type make limbs for others."
Every Corvie had a different policy. Rocky, for example, would take an customer as long as they were willing to pay him. He glanced at his bright Morganberry wings. He really wished he could remember where he got them from....
Right. Focus. "Berilium's a bit of a way off though."
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Post by seraaches on Jan 8, 2009 17:51:59 GMT -5
With the raccoon's view of the sparrow thus far, it wouldn't be a far leap of logic to guess that Owen very likely would brow-beat either his servers or the managers to ensure he received prompt and excellent service. There was also a very good likelihood of his food regularly being spat in. That thought would never occur to the sparrow. He was much too good for anyone to dare insult his food in such a manner.
"Berilium is not so so far out that someone with a serious problem would not search me out," the sparrow pointed out dryly, lending just the tiniest bit of emphasis to the word. "Still. . . I suppose I could come back to the Capital for a consultation. If I must. But all work would have to be done in my lab." As the raccoon should very well know.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 9, 2009 21:37:45 GMT -5
Spit in the food. That would make perfect sense. The raccoon would have been tempted to do it himself if he were the man's server. However the thought didn't cross his mind as he fiddled with the empty cup.
"Well, serious problem or not, I don't know if she could afford it. She just opened a joint inn in Corvistowne though, so she's a little closer than she would be." The raccoon shrugged. "I imagine you charge a lot for the work you do if your mechanics are as light weight as you say they are."
"I understand how important a lab is," he said as he fiddled with his empty cup, twirling it on his finger. "That's why I have an office here with some extra room rented out. Not as good as a basement lab, but it does the trick in a pinch when I have to test immunosuppressants and compatibility."
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Post by seraaches on Jan 12, 2009 17:08:56 GMT -5
His mind was off of his tea, yet again, as he went over the information yet again. A heron with a leg issue. His feathers fluffed up as he thought and he tucked his head tighter against his chest in thought. One without a lot of money. Money was a driving factor for him. Not because he wanted it so much as he needed it.
Without money, he couldn't afford to purchase the metals he needed for his alloys. Without money he couldn't afford to be the darling of the zoo and the morgue and without that particular reputation, be couldn't get bodies to dissect. No, he needed money.
Then again, the raccoon did say the woman had gotten an 'unfortunate magical' replacement. "Well, I have been known to take appropriate trades in lieu of monetary payment," the sparrow said, his mind only skimming over the fact that Rocco had an office in town, though the immuno-suppressants were interesting to him as well. He'd had to do some fights to keep his body from rejecting his metal parts. In that case, this Card might actually be of use to him.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 13, 2009 12:03:30 GMT -5
"I'll remember to tell her that," Rocky said with a small smile. Loreta probably wouldn't hear about it though. It wasn't that the raccoon didn't want to promote the sparrow, he just knew that Loreta had other things in mind.
"Maybe you could catch that waitress. It has been a while since you ordered your tea." Rocky said as he pointed to a waitress in the crowd who was practically dancing from table to table in a particular area. He couldn't help but wonder if it was always this busy.
He didn't want the conversation to fall into dead silence. Might as well continue to ask questions. "Do you get a lot of business? You're obviously successful at what you do, so I can't help but wonder if others see your genius as a great accomplishment."
Stroking his ego might be an effective way to get on his good side.
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