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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 19, 2010 13:58:34 GMT -5
Lythero would have honestly squealed with joy and clapped his hands together if he didn't think it would look utterly ridiculous. Just because he was in the body of an airhead didn't mean he had to act like one when he didn't have to play the game.
There was still the risk of running into this body's family. And really he didn't know if he could keep the bloody act up for an extend period of time with people who knew here well. The mage with connections had been hard enough, and he was fairly certain the man suspected something was wrong. At least that King was taken care of.
Lythero took another sip of his tea, cringing again. He never put sugar in his tea but he was going to make an exception just for today. He slipped a few cubes in before turning his attention back to a conversation. "I didn't have a chance to thank you properly for helping me, if you need any help in the future don't hesitate to ask even if there's a body involved. Not many Tulgey on the Outside appreciate the Wood."
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Post by Lucca on Jan 19, 2010 18:55:04 GMT -5
Nellwyn smiled, glad to see that Lythero had taken such a liking to her. And her smile became even wider, showing fangs, when he mentioned a body. She began purring, taking another sip of the tea. "I think I just might have to take you up on that," she said in a voice that was low and...almost sultry in tone. Not because of her really being attracted to the Squirrel (after all, she was female, though she was absurdly fluffy so she had that going for her) but just because thinking about exacting her revenge on Scrooge tended to put her in a strange mood. Strangely good, where she didn't want to snap at everyone.
Her long, fluffy tail moved to curl around her legs, wondering when the waitress would bring her soup. She scratched at the table idly, leaving marks in the wood. Whatever, if they were any good at all they'd probably be rich, catering to the Highlands Tea-Drinking Upper Class as they did, and could get it repaired easily. "The service here is abysmal," she said dryly, pink eyes flicking around to try and catch sight of their flighty waitress.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 20, 2010 12:01:12 GMT -5
She really was a keeper. If Lythero hadn't been female at the moment he would have actually considered something beyond conversation. However, as long as he was a woman he had no intention of focus on anything beyond getting fixed up from his current form.
A squirrel of all things. Maybe he should have picked a better body? But dealing with that retarded mix breed and the constant pain? No, he'd deal with all the little problems that this body posed. At least this woman wasn't connected to too many people.
He slipped his chin on his hand at watch the feline across the table. "Ah, well, they are Highlanders. They're probably still panicking over our loving display of affection towards them." His eyes darted to the door where the waitress had disappeared to. It was terribly tempting to see if he could get away with murder so easily on the outside. If Mrs. White was the only witness...
The woman finally came out of the kitchen, carrying a large tray. She did her best to smile as she set the duck soup down in front of the feline. She set down a large dish in front of the squirrel. "It's our specialty, ma'am," she said quickly before hurrying off.
The squirrel's nose wrinkled for a moment as he stared at the soup. It didn't smell like anything he'd had the pleasure of eating before. With a great deal of caution he dipped the soup in and took a small sip.
"It would seem their soup makes up for their tea."
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Post by Lucca on Jan 21, 2010 19:05:40 GMT -5
Nellwyn laughed quietly, a low purr starting up again underneath it. "Well if they don't deliver soon, perhaps we should show them a little more, hm?" she said, grinning in a way that bared her fangs. Her claw drove deep into the wood, leaving a small hole in the table, surrounded by tiny pieces of sawdust. She, too, turned her gaze to the door, a burning, hungry look in her eye and her pain ability on the forefront of her mind...
She was so caught up in the moment she nearly released it on the waitress despite her well-timed appearance...but then she saw that they actually did have duck soup, and she mewled in a way that was almost alarmingly cute. Certainly it was a more girlish sound than might be expected out of such a woman.
"Oh, it smells delicious," she rumbled, purring a little louder. She daintily picked up the soup spoon in her paw and dipped it into the bowl, tasting it slowly. "Mmmm, you're right Lythero...it's actually very good. The chef, at least, deserves to live." The last part was said quietly, almost absently. "At least until I can get the recipe." Not that she could ever serve that to her employer...oh, but wouldn't that be an amusing reaction? 'Honest, Mr. McDuck, I thought it was chicken!' Heeehee....
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 23, 2010 18:57:06 GMT -5
Whatever this soup was, it was good. Perhaps the Highlanders had something useful to give? Probably not. They were egotistical bastards and soup couldn't save them. Which mean... perhaps he should just do away with those lovely people in the establishment. Tie up loose ends, see if anyone lower than an 8 actually hurt him.
"I don't know, I don't think soup could save them," he commented idly, "They should learn how to properly respect customers from Tulgey after all. However I don't think just stiffing their check would teach them proper manners."
He smiled before picking up his soup bowl to carefully and sipping from it. It was such a small portion. He couldn't imagine the price was cheap on something like this. Highlanders. One day they would bow down to him. And even if it was two of them before they died, it would at least make him feel a bit better about being a cute fluffy squirrel.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 23, 2010 20:12:06 GMT -5
Nellwyn was wearing a rather manic grin as she continued to eat her soup, thinking delightedly about duping her employer into semi-cannibalism, pink eyes shining with inner fire. It would be glorious...her most glorious moment...hmm? She blinked out of her trance, looking at Lythero with a surprised, odd expression...
Which quickly turned into a devilish little smirk, fluffy ears perking forward. But her voice was almost casual. "I think you may be right. While the soup is delightful, the behavior of the staff, especially the waitress, has left much to be desired." She took another dainty sip of soup. "And money doesn't teach as much of a lesson as it should unless there are very large quantities involved. Larger than what two bowls of soup and as many cups of tea will cost."
Oh, she knew what Lythero was thinking, all right, and not only was she fully behind it, but she began to look forward to it. A thrill of anticipation went through her at the thought of what they would do to the waitress...her claws would taste blood today.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 24, 2010 13:59:51 GMT -5
"It's so nice to meet someone by chance and have similar interests with them," he said happily. "It's a one in a million chance."
Lythero was so happy he could cry. Instead he just gave the woman a wicked and bright smile. Destruction and carnage of the Outsiders. It was a small part of his dream coming true. And it seemed to be rare to find someone who was on the same page as him.
He finished his soup rather quickly, glancing at his rather pathetic up of tea. Well, it was something to drink and he wasn't about to put up with that waitress again. He took a small sip, frowning heavily. How could they make such a horrible blend and call it Tulgey Red? For that he was at least going to make that chief watch while he slowly tortured the lovely little waitress.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 25, 2010 9:45:39 GMT -5
"It really is," Nellwyn agreed, smirking back at Lythero. "I'm glad we found each other." In all the years she'd been on the Outside, Lythero really was only the second person she'd met who'd been worth her time at all. He was the only one that she felt she could show her real self to, the part of her that thirsted for blood and delighted in the suffering and pain of others. Even the handful of other Tulgies she'd met had seemed disgustingly -normal-, like they'd fully bought into the society of fools, or the rigid rules of the Courts. Her tail swished.
And the fact Lythero had been so lost and she herself had been at the well today? Sheer coincidence. Nellywyn was a firm believer that fate didn't exist; you made your own luck or were stepped on by the idiots of the world. But this seemed a very happy accident, then.
Purring deeply, she finished her soup and tea, taking her time and making sure to watched the waitress out of the corner of her eye, a predatory look within them. But if she glanced over, Nellwyn was all smiles, innocent and saccharine and delighted.
This was going to be the most fun she'd had in a long time.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 25, 2010 10:47:12 GMT -5
The waitress gave a paranoid glance every once in a while. Clearly she suspected something of the pair, but kept her distance until she was waved over by Lythero. She hurried over with check in hand.
"Is there anything else you would like?"
Lythero shook his head and waited for the woman to offer him the check. When she did he wrapped his fingers around her wrist, squeezing tight. "Actually there is something you could do for us," he gave the woman a bright and twisted smile. He could feel her muscle tighten as she froze in place.
It was a shame that Lythero had no useful abilities in this body beyond certian cards thing he was just too adorable to to raise a hand against. He jerk the woman's arm closer. He would just have to do things the old fashion way. "You didn't give us good service, and my friend and I think you should be punished. Could you be a good girl and take your punishment without screaming?"
"W-what?"
In a quick motion he jerked the woman in such a way that her head slammed against the table. She yelped, falling backwards when she was released.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 25, 2010 11:04:42 GMT -5
Nellwyn felt her heart surge with malevolent glee as Lythero called the waitress over, knowing what would come next...knowing what they would do. She kept her sweetest smile firmly fixed in place as the waitress walked up to offer the check, though the lust for blood and pain was lurking just underneath the surface, and every twitch of her fluffy fur was like the ripple in a stream right before the crocodile surfaces.
She grinned as the girl's wrist was grabbed, pink eyes growing red with predatory malice. "And if you do scream, don't worry, we'll make every terrified breath count," she hissed, putting her paws on the table and -staring- with open sadistic pleasure as Lythero twisted. Without giving her time to breathe, Nell activated her pain ability on the hapless woman. Oh yes, she was going to -pay-. And it was going to be -glorious-. A red day...a bright red day with no sun... "We'll treat you right," she nearly purred, right as her pain ability should take effect, before lunging forward, aiming to rake both sets of claws across the woman's shoulders.
Strong Magical Ability: When activated, she can inflict mental pain on another card of any suit, once per day. The degree of pain is equivalent to that of the left ear being removed, inch by painful inch over the course of three minutes.
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