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Post by seraaches on Feb 23, 2009 15:03:09 GMT -5
The sparrow was about ready to snap the ugly Torque in half-- at least, he was now that Rocco had reminded him that he still didn't have his bloody tea. He turned his head to spot someone woman who wasn't his freakin' waitress serving a nearby table.
"Where is my tea?" he snapped at her.
The woman's ears went back in surprise at him, but she quickly covered it with a smile and a headtilt. "I'll go check right now, sir." And she quickly hurried into the kitchen.
Owen fluffed and settled his feathers again before allowing himself to be soothed by Rocco's praise. "It's not so much that my genius is my accomplishment, it's the accomplishments I achieve with my genius." He flicked his wingtips thoughtfully. "The main of my business falls under the line of selling alloys." He almost sounded wistful. "I'd like to do more with my robotics work, though."
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Post by seraaches on Feb 23, 2009 15:14:13 GMT -5
Things had 'exploded' in the kitchen and when Sally came to find Owen's waitress, she discovered Haret cleaning the last bit of soup off of her fur, though as the other waitress came up she quickly picked a few carrots out of the canine's purple hair.
"Hey, hey, Haret, what happened to you?" the woman asked with a rather bemused expression.
"Thank you, Sally," the Torque answered softly. "Kenneth tripped." It was hardly an answer, but not entirely surprising for her coworker.
"Table Six is asking about you," the waitress said reluctantly. "Do you want me to cover it?"
"Oh, no!" the Torque answered in quiet alarm. "I was supposed to bring his tea ages ago. Excuse me!"
She darted off, now smelling of potato soup and quickly gathered the appropriate teapot. She hurried out and slipped up to the man's table, pouring him another cup without making eye contact.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 13, 2009 12:15:09 GMT -5
"Selling alloys to other Corvies must be pretty lucrative. I know not a single Mechanic who wouldn't need to find a decent supplier who won't stiff them." He gave a small shrug. "I'm sure you could find some more time to work with mechanics if your name because well known when it comes to selling you could always hire someone to do the leg work for you."
Or something. Rocky really wasn't interested in business.
When the woman appeared with the tea. Rocky couldn't really ignore the strong smell of soup. He raised an eyebrow as he watched her serve the tea. He was entirely too curious not to ask a question, even if both of them would look at him like his head was on backwards.
"Excuse me... Miss... is there any particular reason why you smell like someone poured a pot of soup on you? You certainly smell good enough that I want whatever was spilled on you... but that sounds awkward."
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Post by seraaches on Mar 17, 2009 13:44:50 GMT -5
The sparrow grew still, contemplating Rocco's point with a distinct seriousness that might give a hint to the fact that such a concept had not yet occurred to the Diamond avian. The self-proclaimed genius, however, likely wouldn't admit that such a thing had never entered his mind. He would, however, defend himself with the same sort of argument the raccoon had; he was a scientist, not a businessman. A brilliant scientist, but still. It might behoove him to look into getting some sort of business accountant to handle mundane issues like selling his alloys. It was something worth considering.
Whilst that was still in his mind, the Torque dog finally decided to show herself again. "There you are!" he snapped and caught the scent heavy in his nostrils when she leaned over to pour his fresh cup. "Suits!" he jerked his head away from her. "You reek!"
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Post by seraaches on Mar 17, 2009 13:52:50 GMT -5
Beneath her dark fur, Haret flushed deeply. "I'm sorry for the delay," she said softly, voice easily relaying her unease and embarrassment even if it was difficult to see the effects of it on her skin. "There was an accident in the kitchen. . ." The explanation was directed towards the raccoon from her place beside the sparrow, though she sent a swift, hesitant glance towards the avian. "They have a fresh pot of soup on, sir, if you would like some?"
She tried to not feel any further hurt or shame at the sparrow's harsh response to her reappearance, especially since he had every right to be upset at her long disappearance. Still, it made her ears flatten just a bit more against her head and her nose drooped slightly. She waited, now silent, to see if either of her customers wished anything further from her.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 17, 2009 16:25:59 GMT -5
Rocky's expression fell when Owen opened his mouth. So much for trying to make the poor waitress feel better. He was a complete and utter jerk, geeze. The only reason Rocky was sticking around was because of his looks... and maybe he would get a chance to see the wings in action.
But really.... it was pretty uncalled for from the sparrow. She did smell pretty strongly but that didn't mean he had to say something like that out loud. The raccoon shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like this at all.
"I'm sorry for my friend, he didn't mean to say it like that. He just lacks a bit in the area of manners where he has strength in others. I will, however, take some soup," he said to her with the brightest and goofiest smile he could manage.
Hopefully Owen wouldn't take it as an insult. Even if he did...oh well. He probably wouldn't remember a "peon" like Rocky unless he was in need of some medical attention.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 4, 2010 16:36:32 GMT -5
The sparrow snorted at the raccoon's overly comforting tone and words. "I lack nothing of the sort," he replied almost scathingly. "One expects a certain amount of professionalism in an establishment such as this one, and I am sorely disappointed in it!"
Nevertheless, there were more important things to think of, and Owen brushed a wing out in a dismissive gesture once Rocco had put in his new order. With the way the woman smelled, Owen, certainly, would have been hard-pressed to try a soup that reeked of wet dog. He wanted only to enjoy his tea and contemplate new mechanics. Wings, for instance. Ah, yes, wings would be a lovely challenge, though he was afraid that his current level of work might not be up to the strains such a replacement would require.
Yet again, it did not occur to Owen that his train of thought might be guided by something more than his considerable intellect, and certainly not the fact that Rocco had managed to put wings on himself just might have sent the sparrow's mind winging down this new opportunity for experimentation.
"How did you go about attaching your new wings?" the sparrow asked suddenly.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 4, 2010 16:41:29 GMT -5
Haret sent the very kind raccoon a tiny, hesitant smile, still a bit too beaten down by the avian Diamond to react more warmly. Her expression went a bit rigid at the bird's loud disclaimer, but at least he was swift to wander off on some other mental vagary.
"Of course, sir; I will be right back."
This time, at least, she truly would be fairly quick. It was just a few moments work to fetch a clean bowl and to fill it from the fresh pot of potato soup hanging over the fire. The longest part of her journey, actually, was a quick word from her manager telling her to finish her current tables and go ahead and head home.
Haret flushed and nodded; no one wanted to smell the soup on her, after all, and she would be glad to get home to get cleaned up.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 4, 2010 17:11:40 GMT -5
Rocky gave the woman a bright smile before she departed.
Really, Owen was a bit of a bastard. Of course recently Rocky was coming to realize there were quite a few bastards out there, and Owen was at least an interesting one. His ears perked when the bird suddenly changed the subject.
"Oh, that's rather simple when the wings are taken from a live subject. After testing for rejection I just have to attach all of the proper muscles from the wings to the shoulders. The nerves are a little more complicated... and getting weight bearing wings for flight capabilities and properly attaching them is a tad bit more difficult." He paused. "That didn't explain much... uh... it would be easier to show you on a live subject to explain how I make the connections and which connections I make. And of course the operation is different when I'm replacing wings for a subject that already had wings."
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Post by seraaches on Jan 4, 2010 17:33:37 GMT -5
Owen listened to this explanation with far more interest than he'd shown to. . . well, basically anything else the other Diamond had said, barring compliments. He made a little thoughtful noise, head sinking down so his lower beak touched his breast yet again.
He barely noticed when the soup-soaked Torque quietly delivered the raccoon's soup, eyes closed to the merest slits as he contemplated this information.
All in all, it was somewhat useful, but not overly helpful for his purposes. Not without, as the raccoon next suggested, a live specimen to watch the process on.
"It seems more useful to begin with a wing replacement," he finally announced, perhaps more to himself than even to Rocco. "My subjects, as a lot, have generally not been winged, and I don't yet know quite enough on the subject." The sparrow gave a sharp nod. "Yes, I may be calling upon you in the future."
It seemed he had made up his mind to try the experiment.
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