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Post by The Jenn on Jul 23, 2009 21:14:34 GMT -5
Reaching the nasty-looking little shack, Thyme grimaced and tried to ignore the smells as best she could. Her nose and tail fronds were almost overwhelmed by the pungent mix of the swamp and various things lingering in the air and mucky soil. Eugh. She very deliberately did not flinch when the woman got closer.
Her words were stuffy. "I brought you a Mome. It's the closest I could find to the color of my blue tail feelers. You can do whatever you want with the nasty little thing. I really don't care. It's fat and healthy, so it should survive a lot of... adventures." She hesitated before saying mistreatment, even though this creature looked like she would sooner eat the fuzzy animal than keep it as a pet. "You said that it would be worth your time during the last visit, so hopefully it merits your approval."
She really wasn't enjoying this visit. What appeal did Rosemary see in traveling to every forgotten corner of the world?
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Post by Vyn on Jul 25, 2009 17:21:20 GMT -5
Meecha's unamused sneer turned into an intrigued grin. O! What a monstrous little beast and in such a gorgeous shade of blue! The hamster could have crooned but instead she just snatched up the cage and turned to go back inside.
"Ya, ya... I like it just fine, nice shade o' blue. Come on inside, I'll tell ya whatcha want tah know." Meecha's grin turned sinister while her back was turned. This would be fun, real fun. People bending over backwards for her was great, Meecha enjoyed it. She also enjoyed stringing them along. Ones like the feeler-tail girl couldn't exactly be eaten easily, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy messing with her in other ways.
She was interested in curses after all, that could be twisted in such fun ways.
"Out witcha, tell Meecha what ya're lookin' for." Inside, Meecha set the Mome's cage in the dead center of her table and proceeded to locate some of the dried meat she saved for Lao. What a wonderful little beast!
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 25, 2009 23:40:02 GMT -5
At least the nasty woman seemed happy with the blue Mome that Thyme had managed to scrounge up for her. Good. If she'd had to go back for another one, she would have been pissy as hell. Maybe just left. Then again, her curiosity was already piqued too hard as to what possibly valuable knowledge this hag might have stored in her greasy skull. "Alright," she replied with very little inflection, unwilling to say something that she would very much regret and at the same time wishing that she could. There was the feeling that she didn't really want to offend this woman too terribly, though.
Her eyes flicked around the swamp hovel and the voice in her head had a few choice comments, most of them ironic, hilarious, and terribly offensive. She couldn't hide the edges of her smirk at his words, though she made an effort to smooth out her expression when she realized that the corners of her muzzle were creeping up. Damn sword. He'd get her into trouble here yet. Dirty bastard.
"Well... my focus right now is interrogation. Preferably without physical consequences. Anything you have that would get somebody to, I don't know, spill things would be useful. Anything to impair their judgment or even confuse them enough that they can be strung along... things like that might be useful. Objects that have the same effects would be of value as well."
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 28, 2009 9:52:22 GMT -5
((I've had an odd little Thyme-bug of late and I'd love to start playing her with Meecha's spiteful curse hanging over her shoulders. >:3 What kind of point wiggle needs to happen for the curse to be cast? It being to have her age at a rate three times faster than she should. Soon as I know that for other/future threads, we can either close this if you've lost muse for it, or continue it at a leisurely pace as we have been.))
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