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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 16, 2010 23:42:30 GMT -5
(( OOC: <3 I'm looking for a quick thread. And I should issue the warning that Kamina can make Yarrow's pass out if they inhale her gas so ... <3 )) Kamina was never allowed to be alone. She always had to have someone with her when she went just about anywhere. It was a little disheartening when she wanted to explore, but really she understood why. She was a freak of nature and she did have the tendency to lose herself when she wasn't lucid. Of course her Mother put it far more eloquently that, but the little cat didn't particularly care about prettying up things. She was high a good deal of the time and she was a freak of nature. Not everyone had a hookah as part of their body after all. Conall was with her this time. The boy wasn't exactly older than her, but he was "responsible" enough to be an escort. He was rather reluctant, and they were meeting "adults" so they could get a proper dinner and such. The young boy watched as the feline walked towards one of the stores. She seemed terribly fond of clothing even though she only had her animal form. If he had known he probably would have opted to take a trip with Xander. Even though the cat wanted nothing to do with him most of the time, it would have been more exciting than dress shopping. And everything he suggested to Kamina just rolled off. He sighed as he followed her.  |
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Post by Bee on Oct 25, 2010 20:05:40 GMT -5
Zhenya figured that if Milena could run around at all hours of the night stalking people or eating cats or summoning the spirits of the damned or whatever it was his pasty sister liked to do (all of the above, from what he'd overheard and noted, and ever so much more), then he could certainly go out for a walk. His awkward little satchel was slung over his awkward little shoulders, and his awkward little-big ears twitched around for something interesting to write down. Most of it was just couples arguing with each other. It all tended to blur after a while. Waaah wah flowers, wah wah children. Boooring. But then Zhenya's eyes caught something that his ears did not. A very interesting pair of children. Very interesting indeed. "Ooooooh!" said Zhenya, rushing up to the strange duo. Both of them had stuff growing out of their backs. One of them even had knives! The other one was more smokey. Their combined odor was nearly overpowering, but he was just glad his nose didn't sense things as well as his ears did. "Hi, hi! Do you want to be in my stories?" he asked them, excitedly. (OOC: I can do short!  I swear. My Zhenya muse just needs a little love.) |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 26, 2010 13:01:36 GMT -5
Neither child was usually approached by someone cheerful. Normally a good deal of stoners approached Kamina asking for a smoke or terrified people asked where her parents were and what Corvie had experimented on her. Conall had gotten all sorts of people commenting about the mental sticking out of his back, and usually children were... far from nice.
The bird on Conall's shoulder fluttered as he turned to look at the boy properly. He made sure that Kamina didn't wander off. Her attention may have been grabbed briefly but somehow she had the amazing ability to slink away when no one noticed. "Um.... Hello?" His silky smooth voice sounded far more confidant than he felt. "Sure? My name's Conall and this is Kamina."
Kamina had been staring at the boy, admiring his spaded tail. Her ears pulled back as she listened to what Conall was saying. It wasn't much so she managed to catch it. "Do you want to go to the garden with us though? It's around the corner."
(( OOC: I tried to post this four times. @_@; ))
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Post by Bee on Oct 27, 2010 0:03:35 GMT -5
Zhenya wagged his tail happily and nodded. "Oh yes, that sounds nice," he said. "What are you two doing out? I sneaked off!"
He wondered if it would be considered polite to pull out his log book and jot down some notes. He took them mentally for the moment--this Conall person's disconcertingly smooth and pleasant voice, for example, which formed a somewhat interesting contrast with his general appearance, which was a different sort of gawky than Zhenya's.
(What did "Conall" mean, while he was at it? Perhaps it was pertinent to the search for meaning. Names generally fell into three categories: appropriate, ironic, or irrelevant. Zhenya had learned that his own name was rooted firmly in irony. Thanks, Mama.)
Maybe if they stalled for a few in this garden-around-the-corner place, he could get some real information down. He doubted he had the time to map their psychology or anything, but he could get a good start and extrapolate from there! Kamina he already decided was going to be a rich spacey heiress who is ambiguously connected to the crime.
(OOC: O.o *petpetsnuggles Kari*)
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 27, 2010 1:14:43 GMT -5
Conall provided the answers to the questions as Kamina decided to lead the way to the garden. "We convinced our parents to let us go to the Capital for an entire day without having them tag along. We have to go back to the hotel to meet our babysitter, but until then we can do whatever we want."
It had taken a good amount of time to convince all parties to agree to the outing. And it had taken a good deal of begging on his part. He wanted to at least try to be "normal" even if he got strange looks from everyone.
Conall would consider his name rather unfortunate and uncreative. Frankly he had been tempted on many occasions to introduce himself by his second name.
Kamina was quietly humming as they walked. Cheerfully she announced their arrival. The garden was a rather small section of space dedicated to nature. There was one crumbling stone bench among a good deal of neatly trimmed flowers and other plants. A tiny fountain stood in the center of the little garden.
The hookah child half flopped in the grass next to the fountain. It was slightly cooler there, giving her a bit of relief from her natural tendency to overheat. "Are you going to sit next to me Mr. Storyteller?
Conall took a seat on the edge of the fountain, carefully balancing himself.
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Post by Bee on Oct 28, 2010 20:12:24 GMT -5
"Of course," Zhenya said, and pulled off his satchel before collapsing gracelessly on the grass. If Kamina was a rich kooky heiress, the murder victim was probably some wealthy fellow, maybe even a royal from Court. Kamina might have been engaged to him, thus the suspicion. Her brother must be covering her tracks for her and trying to keep her floaty head out of accidental trouble, like a good sibling.
If they were even siblings. Ah ha, here comes the twist! Their parents only raised them as siblings to keep Conall, abandoned in a trash can only days after his birth, from figuring out his REAL parents were sewer mutants. Conall was really helping her stay out of trouble because he was secretly and shamefully in love! Maybe he killed the rich royal fellow, to have a chance at...
"Oh that doesn't work at all," Zhenya said, frowning. "You're way too young for that plot."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 29, 2010 14:20:11 GMT -5
The cat watched the boy with a curious expression, her tail twitching as she did. He looked thoughtful, but he wasn't saying much. And when he did speak it made very little sense to the feline. Then again she was somewhere sobriety and space cadet at the moment. "What doesn't work?" She said tilting her head to the side as she continued to stare at the boy.
Conall had taken to briefly studying their surroundings. He had only been here once and he was a little unsure of himself. The streets were fairly empty at this hour, but he could never no when someone was going to show up and catch him off guard. And really they should be going back soon. He glanced down at the watch he had borrowed for the little outing.
His ears perked when Zhenya spoke and Kamina responded. She was pretty sober today, wasn't she? "Too young for what exactly?" he added.
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Post by Bee on Oct 31, 2010 1:02:49 GMT -5
"The motive for the crime," Zhenya said, sadly. It really was a terrible loss. Why couldn't they be older? "It really doesn't work out if both of you are around my age, unless there is a lot of..." What was the word he was looking for? He wrinkled his nose in thought. It was something Milena got called all the time. Ah ha! There it it was. "Unless there is a lot of unwholesome behavior going on, and I don't think this is quite one of those stories..."
He sighed. He guessed the two of them were going to have to be innocent bystanders caught up in something way over their heads. Then again, children were the unlikeliest murder suspects of all, and therefore the most exploitable surprise. He just needed a different sequence of events was all.
"Conall," he asked, earnestly, "what might prompt you to kill someone?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 1, 2010 22:59:14 GMT -5
Kamina was confused, and it showed on her face. What crime was being committed that they were too young for? Had she missed something? She didn't think she had spaced out in the brief period of the walk to arriving at the little garden. Of course anything was possible with her. Her ears pulled back. Unwholesome what now? "No I don't think we're the type to be put in a dirty story...." she looked to Conall. Weren't dirty stories reserved for handsome young men who weren't related to their siblings?
Conall's nose wrinkled a bit more than usual. Unwholesome behavior? What story was the kid thinking about creating with them in it? He eyed Kamina when she spoke. Her expression seemed to scream that she was lost, but she was verbally keeping up with the conversation. He didn't think she wore the spacey expression all the time, but he could always be wrong.
The question caught him off guard, and he nearly lost his delicate balance on the ledge of the fountain. He normally didn't get that sort of question. "Well... I don't know..." he said as the bird on his shoulder fluffed up. Really during all of the taunting he had certainly thought about killing a few people. Of course he would never act on it. "I.... suppose I would kill someone if they betrayed me."
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Post by Bee on Nov 4, 2010 18:32:01 GMT -5
Zhenya nodded speculatively. Betrayal was a pretty sound motivation--vengeance for a real or perceived wrong could make a person go to great lengths to see justice be done, and by justice he figured a knife in someone's abdomen. Conall had plenty of knife. Perhaps the dead royal had been privy to Conall's secret birth as a circus mutant and was going to not only see that his secret was exposed, but also Conall went back to the circus and never ever left it ever again.
"And not even for a neat job like acrobatics on elephants," Zhenya said, sympathetically. "A bad job like cleaning the elephant poop. And what would poor Kamina do without you? I can see why you'd take that betrayal so personally."
He understood about spacey siblings. Coralie would probably walk right into a monster's gaping maw and not even notice and die a terrible death by gnashing monster teeth if she didn't have such an attentive family. Well. Some more attentive than others. Some less creepily attentive than others, Milena.
"That's a good story, I like it."
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I swear. My Zhenya muse just needs a little love.)