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Post by Lucca on Mar 20, 2010 23:16:42 GMT -5
 Spending weekends in the Capital was always fun, at least in this Porcupine's book, and this time was no exception. The Capital was as fun as always, and Felix found himself checking out a rather cool-looking new band that was playing at the local coffee shop. He had never liked coffee, himself, but the cinnamon buns at this place were to die for, and the hot chocolate wasn't bad. After the band night came late night poetry reading or...something, the Porcupine couldn't be entirely sure. But he was always up for a good poem or story. They were all so...deep. He could tell that they were all very smart people, and he watched in awe as one after another got up to recite. Besides, the show was keeping him from having to actually get up and leave just yet, which was a definite good thing. He was quite comfortable and if the managers would let him he would probably spend all night on the wooden bench until his head hit the quaint little table and he passed out. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 21, 2010 18:23:42 GMT -5
This was one of the best Coffee shops to go to. And she actually had a chance to recite one of her numerous stories after the band was off stage. Not to mention that the band was actually decent. It made people linger for longer than they usually would, even if they weren't particularly educated in the art of literature. Once her time on stage was over that left her with a good deal of free time. She was one of the few patrons who always stayed until the end of the show. It was the respectful thing to do, and it gave her a chance to chat with some of the other patrons that she saw every few weeks that she popped up. She caught a hint of gold out of the corner of her eye. When she finally turned to look she was surprised to see a porcupine of all kinds of Cards. She had never seen him around here. With all the grace she could muster she made her way over to the Lakelander. "Is this seat taken?" she asked motioning to the place next to him. |
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Post by Lucca on Mar 22, 2010 12:11:18 GMT -5
Felix was staring so intently at the current Card on stage he might have been a statue. Of course, his golden eyes held a rather glazed over look, though that could be from the copious amounts of sugar he'd been ingesting over the course of the evening. It was a voice that started him out of his near-trance...a voice that was asking something so familiar and welcome he answered before he fully knew what was going on. "Of course not. Feel free to make yourself at home."
It was then that he turned, head tilting in such a way that his golden horns caught the light. A wide grin split his face when he saw the Wolf-squirrel. "Oh, hey! I recognize you. You were one of the poetry reciter people things. You told that cool story about the doll or whatever, right?" Let no one say Felix -never- paid attention or remembered things. Just rarely and only when it was something cool or unusual instead of something useful.
"My name's Felix, what's yours?" He blinked at her, trying to place what was so 'off'...and finally it penetrated his sugar crashed brain and he stared for a moment at her fur. It was a weird color, and it had words and rose vines on it! "You look like a story book," he blurted articulately, but from his tone it was obvious he meant no insult by it.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 22, 2010 18:49:21 GMT -5
Rosemary took a seat next to him. Despite his distant look, she could only assume that it was because he was concentrating on the artist on stage. She didn't notice the glazed look, otherwise she probably would have walked the other way.
She grinned at his comment. "Yes, I was one of the readers. I'm happy that you remembered me." Rosemary ran her fingers along the edge of the table. How could she be tactful and ask about his horns. She hadn't seen a mutation that color on his region before, but she didn't want to over step her boundaries before they were even established.
"Rosemary," she said as she waved over a waitress to order herself a fresh coffee. If he was really paying attention he probably should have picked up on her name earlier. Maybe there weren't any boundaries she should be worried about.
His comment took her completely off guard. Not many people had put it that way before. "Yes, I suppose I do," she said after a moment. "Except storybooks don't constantly change."
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Post by Lucca on Mar 23, 2010 7:36:50 GMT -5
Felix grinned, happy that he'd remembered correctly. He'd liked that story...it was more memorable than a lot of the others, though he even enjoyed the deep poetry about how hard life was that most Torquehelms seemed to read at these things. He did wonder why, if their life was so bad, they didn't just do something they thought was more fun and relaxing...but then, maybe it would have taken a lot of work to get out of their situations. He could understand that.
"Rosemary, it's nice to meet you," the Porcupine said, and the truth was that he only remembered names if he could repeat them right after and commit them to his memory. Now, though, he'd never forget it! Well, probably.
Felix blinked at the words on her fur. Yes...she was right, they were actually changing and...squinting up his eyes, he started to read them. I wonder what story they're telling? he saw printed, before it whisked away. And then, An odd story, if it asks itself questions... As the script faded away once again, Felix's eyes widened a bit, not realizing he was still kind of staring, for he'd just seen Whoa, weird...it's like the story is made of -my- thoughts printed on her tail. Though he saw other words that he didn't think he'd thought, couldn't have thought...he didn't even know what that word on her arm even -meant-...
"Not usually, no," he finally said aloud, though his tone was uncharacteristically quiet. His mind was racing as fast as it ever really did, trying to figure this one out. "Your fur...can read minds?" he said slowly, turning to meet her eyes. She might get the idea that Felix wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box. But on the flipside, if she asked anything about him, he would probably answer with innocent sincerity without a second thought.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 23, 2010 19:48:09 GMT -5
It was hard not to laugh. Of reactions this was probably one of the best she had managed to get out of someone. Really she didn't have to fish for them. Walking down the street sometimes got gasps and shocked stares. She had even met an adorable little Torquehelm that way. Though, in all honesty, she was surprised she hadn't been mauled by an Esterberry. There had to be some scholar out there willing to tackle her from across the way.
"Yes, yes it can. Anything anyone thinks about around me shows up in plain sight on my fur. Though if I'm around a native to my region it shows up in Tulgey." She snorted as the waitress poured her a refill. "I have to say, no one's but it quite like that before, Felix. It really is nice to meet you."
She took a long sip of her coffee. Caffeine. She was going to be wired for the entire night and then some. "So, do you live in your native region or are you an actual capital dweller who went on a stroll and ended up here?"
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Post by Lucca on Mar 25, 2010 22:18:34 GMT -5
Felix blinked in surprise. He hadn't realized Rosemary was from Tulgey Woods. It didn't bother him; after all, no one could help the region they were born as, so the Porcupine didn't like to judge people based on that. Not that the laid-back Selkie was in the habit of judging anyone for anything as long as they weren't doing anything...violent. Violence just wasn't cool. "I've never seen a Tulgey like you before," he said, though even as he said it Felix realized he could count the number of Tulgies of any sort he'd ever seen on one paw. "It's pretty cool, though," he said decisively. "Plus, it must come in handy. No one could ever pull a fast one on you, huh, Rose?" He hoped she didn't mind the nickname, but it just felt more familiar to Felix.
"I'm a true Selkie born and bred," he replied proudly. "But the city's groovy and has a better night life. So I try ta get out here ever coupla weeks. How about you?" As they spoke, Felix tried his best to keep his eyes focused on Rose's face, because he knew if he didn't, then the constantly shifting words would get really distracting, and he wasn't sure about the moral implications of reading the thoughts of other Cards off someone's fur. Though the way the words curved over her body and seemed to run down her fur like drops of ink was rather fascinating...Golden eyes followed the trail down her side and onto her fluffy tail, not even really reading the words, just watching them.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 28, 2010 11:43:38 GMT -5
"I've never met a Tulgey quite like me before," She said in response. The only other Tugley she had seen with words on him was a mix. And really he was a completely different special case entirely. She was the only Tulgey that she knew of who had lost her wings and happened to get them back thanks to some sort of miracle. "Ha, yeah. Thanks. And it does come in handy when the text shows up some place I can actually read it without a mirror. It doesn't help me when it shows up on my backside, you know?"
So he was just paying the city a visit? Well that was interesting. She had always meant to travel to the Lakes. But she wasn't one for spots that could be turned into tourist destinations. Probably why she had never visited the Midori either. Perhaps that should change? "I have an apartment in the City and a home in Tulgey Woods since I travel pretty often. And I stay with my family in the Court of Clubs sometimes. I try my best to collect stories from around the regions. Though the one I told tonight is from my personal collection."
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Post by Lucca on Mar 28, 2010 18:54:27 GMT -5
Felix laughed; it was a somewhat brash sound, but not entirely unpleasant. It had the familiarity of frequent use. "Yeah, heh...though a lot of what shows up there would probably be from people admiring your tail, anyways." At least, that's what Felix thought he'd be doing, were he walking behind Rose. "Or looking at your roses." Speaking of roses, was it just him or did it smell faintly of them in here? His nostrils flared as he took in the rather pleasant scent. It reminded him of the fond memories of several dates he'd been on. Usually the ones where the other Card bought -him- flowers, since roses were usually a bit beyond his own funds. Not doing anything didn't pay very well.
"Ah, I see! The Courts, huh?" He whistled. "Pretty impressive. You ever gonna try out for them? You have the Rank for it." Golden eyes slipped to her chest, admiring...admiring the Q there, of course. No matter what thoughts may have accompanied this gesture. Ahem.
"Got any stories about my region?" Felix asked hopefully, meeting her eyes again. He would love to hear her tell another story! He knew that cool stuff happened in Selkie sometimes...he even knew of some local legends...lesse...well, he couldn't really remember them right now. This called for more sugar. He waved a paw to signal the passing waitress and ask for another hot cocoa.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 28, 2010 23:39:43 GMT -5
Rosemary gave a small snort at his comment. Well that was quite the compliment. Was he looking for more than a bit on innocent conversation? She wasn't particularly sure if he was her type anyway. A small smile grew on her face, "My Roses are distracting I suppose. And my tail is impossible to ignore." She waved it around a bit.
When his eyes slipped down to her chest, she couldn't help but lean forward a bit. "I've entertained the thought several times. At the moment I don't think I have enough magic to actually be part of the Court. Eventually though, I might go for it." She waved a hand. One day when she could kick asses she would be part of the Courts. That was assuming that day actually came.
"A few, I suppose." She said after a moment or two. "There is the story of the lady of the lake, the sea monster.... or the story of the merchant who was betrayed by his entirely family. Which story would you like to hear?"
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