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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 2, 2009 17:59:07 GMT -5
There was a momentary scuffle, flashing claws and teeth in all the brown and blue, and the bat finally managed to toss the wolverine. The pair stood and stared each other down for what felt to them like eons, red eyes flashing anger and outrage on both sides. If it wasn't for Jinan's interference, they likely would have continued the standoff, Seth wondering at how little his mother had changed and Claudia trying to hide her shock at how much Seth had changed.
At the canine's words, the wolverine's ear twitched and she shifted slightly, finally taking her gaze off of the bat. "....who the fuck are you?[/b]" was her only reply to his friendly salutation, and her posture spoke of unease.
Seth moved to Jinan's side slowly, not keeping his eyes off his mother. He could feel a place on his upper arm where his mother's teeth had managed to dig through his protective fur and nicked the skin, but it wasn't too terrible. He'd hide it for now. "This is my friend Jinan, mother. I know that's a new word for you,[/b]" he said, voice dripping condescension and hatred. "Friend. Maybe if you weren't such a bitch it'd make sense to you.[/b]"
Claudia growled.
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Post by Bee on Jan 14, 2009 1:44:44 GMT -5
It was all going about as well as could be expected, really. Claudia was every bit (and perhaps more) the raging lunatic his mother had led him to believe. (He was still moderately certain that the part about eating lost small children was a lie, though. Moderately certain.)
He was tempted to say something like you might be familiar with my dear sweet mother Sana but he wasn't sure if it would provoke violence. It seemed to take very little to provoke Claudia to violence, and the woman was not small.
"I'm just along for the ride, accompanying my friend," he said, easily. And an interesting ride it was shaping up to be, at that. He was genuinely curious as to whether this would result in some kind of conflict actually being resolved, or if it would just escalate into horrific bloodshed. "I'm completely harmless."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 14, 2009 19:18:49 GMT -5
Saying that it took little to provoke the woman to violence was a total understatement. Claudia was like a lit firecracker and her fuse was exceptionally short under the best of circumstances. Having her bastard of a son here wasn't helping the situation out, and then Seth was doing what he could to provoke the woman.
He was getting irritated, though. After her initial attack, the wolverine seemed to be keeping her distance. She might hate Spades, but she wasn't dumb, and as she and the bat circled each other her eyes never once left the black marking on the man's chest. Queen was quite a rank when put next to her respectable 9. She raised her lip at the slender whippet, then finally tore her attention away from Seth to actually look the other Spade over. She wasn't pleased.
"You're... you're that tramp Sana's crotchdropping, aren't you?[/b]" she said, a note of disbelief in her voice as she looked the boy over. "One of 'em, anyway. Suits, what was that bitch thinking? Fucking outsiders and making kids that'd freeze to death as soon as they hit the outside air. I'm sure harmless doesn't begin to describe it.[/b]"
Seth laughed, the sound almost as harsh as his mother's normal speaking voice. He just couldn't begin to believe his mother's idiocy. "Shame you think that. I'm getting married to a Raemblen, Claudia.[/b]"
The wolverine froze.
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Post by Bee on Jan 19, 2009 17:56:44 GMT -5
Jin's anger at the insult to his mother was quickly drowned by the pressing weight of tension; he had the sneaking suspicion that something awful was about to go down. Claudia's stunned immobility seemed like a pause between strikes. His body tensed; his tail twitched.
Was this what Seth had hoped to settle with his mother? Had he come here intending to pick a fight? A Raemblen...he knew very little about them; his mother had never entertained their company. A bog. Living conditions possibly as bad as here, if he remembered correctly from word of mouth; horrible atmosphere. That was the extent of his knowledge.
It was easy to see that the wolverine was pretty damn unhappy about it, though, to say the least.
"Congrats," he said to the bat, though his gaze remained fixed on Seth's mother. Because a wedding was always a happy time, right?
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 12, 2009 22:12:57 GMT -5
The stareoff that went on between Bat and Wolverine was an impressive one, both sides glaring daggers and hatred and mindbullets at the other. If looks could kill, both Solandrians would be misrable little piles of gore and viscera staining the snow ages ago. Jinan's single word brought them to the present for the second time in the meeting, and the Bat grinned a little wryly.
"Thanks,[/b]" he said brightly, turning away from the stunned figure of his mother and briskly trotting back to the canine's side. It was too cold to just stand there staring at Claudia, but he'd made an attempt at bridging the gap. That was all they could hope for, right? "I mean, it seems like the right move, considering she's already had five of my children. Lots of little half-Solandrians.[/b]" He smiled brightly. The woman's fur bristled all over her body, her already-impressive bulk only growing as every hair stood on end.
"Don't come back, Seth.[/b]" the woman said, very abruptly losing her rage. "You might be a Queen, but you're not a Queen of any Suit I can respect. If I find you here again I'll make sure you don't make it back to those half-breed bastards of yours and your Bog Bitch will die without you, old and withered after years of raising your children. You're no son of mine.[/b]"
Seth only smiled at the woman, shrugging. "Fine by me. Go back to mourning Toriak, he'll never give you any grandsons. Being dead and all.[/b]" he looked back to his companion, motioning in the direction they'd come. By now, the snow was coming down quite a bit harder. "Let's get out of here.[/b]"
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Post by Bee on Feb 26, 2009 18:33:50 GMT -5
The confrontation deflated suddenly, and instead of ending in someone's violent death, it had ended in someone getting officially disowned. Jin was a little bemused, but he supposed this was a much better resolution than the snow getting stained red with someone's blood.
He complied with the suggestion and they headed out; Seth had basically given his mother the finger. He didn't try to ask any follow-up questions about dead Toriaks--none of his business, for one, and hearing the personal tragedies of others gave him a rash.
"Five kids, huh," he said, instead, with some degree of admiration. And all with the same person. It was like Bizarro World. "Stopping there, or popping a few more sprog?" Five seemed like a good number, on the whole. Not too small, not too hideously large like his own mother's brood. It must have been a nice, cozy little unit.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Mar 1, 2009 17:38:24 GMT -5
There was a pleased grin on the man's face as they finally started to get some distance between the terrible wolverine and themselves, and he nodded at his companion. "That's right,[/b]" he said, sounding a little proud. It was something that he and Heilyn both felt lucky for - in their respective homelands, it was difficult to raise strong and healthy children. Sana had been quite lucky, and it was something he could respect her for. "I think I'm pretty much happy with the five, but it wouldn't matter if I wasn't, my lady's decided that's more than enough.[/b]"
He laughed again, then shook his head before glancing around. It was getting dark, and the snow was falling a little more heavily now then it had been when they'd left. It wouldn't do to get stuck in a blizzard, not after finally having a successful meeting with his mother.
"If memory serves me... There's a pub not far from here, they might even have a room to stay the night at.[/b]" the bat said, glancing down at the canine. It'd be preferable to freezing to death outside, and Seth would never turn down another drink. After all, this was Solandria. There wasn't a whole lot to do here, other than drink, fuck, and make bets on how long it'd take for the outsider to freeze. Seth was fairly sure Jinan wouldn't be interested in two of those. "My treat.[/b]"
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Post by Bee on Apr 24, 2009 23:33:37 GMT -5
He could more than understand the desire to stop at five; while Sana's large brood (the ones that stayed in the Glacier rather than getting shipped off) had provided a lot of huge fluffy companionship during his formative years, it had also provided enough headaches to make anyone's brain explode. Several times over. If he ever spawned--the notion seemed weird and foreign, like imported food he could sort of squint at but wouldn't consider touching--it would be a manageable, small unit.
A manageable, small unit that would be raised somewhere else. Sana would be far more amenable to the idea of half-breed grandchildren than Claudia, as long as they were healthy and could hold their vodka.
Pub was a much better word to be getting on with, for the time being. Far be it for him to turn down the offer of free anything.
"Sounds like a plan."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Apr 26, 2009 20:49:51 GMT -5
The bat nodded curtly, then grinned at his companion. "Excellent. Mothers tend to have that effect on me - making me want to consume copious amounts of alcohol, that is.[/b]" From his brief interaction with Sana, he was certain that the whippet would agree wholeheartedly with this feeling.
And so he lead the way through the falling snow, the only sound that of their feet crunching through the slightly frozen top layer. It wasn't a long trip in the slightest, but with night falling and the blizzard whipping up around them, Seth breathed a sigh of relief when he caught sight of the warm lights in the gloom ahead. Perfect. He didn't much fancy the idea of wandering around in search of a pub that he thought he remembered after dark, and he was sure that the scrawny Jinan would have fancied the idea even less.
It was with a generally cheerful disposition that Seth opened the door and held it until Jin had entered. Then he himself stepped into the warmth of the pub, breathing in deep the smell of damp and musky fur, alcohol, and some sort of unremarkable meat stew. It was the smell of his childhood - the good parts of it - and he could feel his overall mood improving by the second. In a smooth motion, the man swung himself up into one of the wooden stools, stretching out as soon as he was settled. "Pint of whatever's on tap for myself and my friend, and a bowl of soup for him.[/b]"
Being a fruit bat, Seth could eat the soup as well, but he'd probably wait until he was good and thrashed. After all, it'd make it easier for him to stomach the stuff. For now, he found some dried apricots and gnawed on them appreciatively, glancing at Jin.
"So what keeps you here, Jin?[/b]" he asked suddenly, turning to face the whippet.
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Post by Bee on Jun 2, 2009 3:03:40 GMT -5
Well, that was an interesting question. Jin hadn't really adequately explored the answer to that in his own head. He sipped at his soup (thank the gods, something warm and pleasant at last; he was actually more thankful for this than for the drink) and thought about it for a moment.
"Some warped sense of familial responsibility, I guess. I'm not the oldest kid, but I'm a help with the younger ones. And I'm not sure where I would...go, really."
Having the intense and vague idea of leaving, after all, was entirely separate from the task of actually leaving and figuring out what was going to do with one's life. That entailed a hell of a lot of responsibility and life-planning skills. He didn't know a lot of people in the Glacier; he knew no one outside of it. He hated feeling adrift.
Also, Sana knew how to throw down a guilt trip like nobody's business, but he wasn't going to bring up "Because my mommy would be sad" in conversation.
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