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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 4, 2010 21:56:08 GMT -5
Conall was a little confused. It was clear that he was only hearing bits and pieces of the story while the rest was apparently going on inside of the other boy's head. An eyebrow quirked and the bird on shoulder seemed to look mildly confused as well. Then again it was a tiny robin and it was difficult to tell what a confused bird would look like.
"Why do I have a feeling that I get short changed in this story?"
Kamina had decided somewhere along the line to start playing with a blade of grass. She batted at it with her paws and for a few moments, her ears perking when Zhenya spoke her name. What was that about doing something without who? She looked up from the blade of grass one of her paws still raised to attack it.
"Why am I poor now?" she asked, blinking furiously. Had she heard that right? "Oh, did I miss the story? Can you tell it again please? I'll pay attention this time."
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Post by Bee on Nov 4, 2010 22:16:15 GMT -5
Zhenya was fairly confused by their confusion before he realized that a lot of what he was thinking was only half drifting out of his mouth and half remaining inside the brain-paths. He attempted to answer both questions in one fell swoop.
"Oh you're not poor, I mean that only in the...uh...not monetary sense, the sympathetic kind," he assured Kamina, and then to Conall, he said, "And you're not getting short-changed at all! You're the star, the murderer. The entire plot is revolving around you, how to catch you, why you did it. I think I've got it pretty well locked down. Protecting your circus freak origins by killing the royal man who would betray and sell you out, trying to keep Kamina from getting the rap. It's probably not gonna be told from your perspective, though, you have to have a detective like my dad, only my detective isn't all--" what was it that people laughingly called Dad?--"whipped, and you probably won't even die because you're so young!"
He paused. He mulled this over for a moment. His ending. The denouement was so important. "Of course, noir stories don't really reach a happy ending, you know? So probably you actually will die, but your reputation will be intact, but then, like...Kamina gets the rap in the end anyway, and locked away. And the detective somehow doesn't get paid."
He relaxed into the grass, pleased with this. "Thank you for helping me write my story! I like you guys a lot."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 4, 2010 22:42:39 GMT -5
Kamina's ears were standing at attention as the boy spoke. Oh that sounded like a really fun sort of story. Except the ending. The ending was actually kind of depressing, but murder and circus freaks and the like was actually really cool. She started purring.
Conall shifted on his perch. Well, that was actually pretty cool. Being the center of the story sounded exciting. Even if his character ended up kicking the bucket at the end. But being short changed in a novel was like real life wasn't it? He refrained from sighing. "That actually sounds really interesting," he replied.
"I like you too!" Kamina announced brightly. She paused for a moment when she realized she didn't know the boy's name. Had she missed it? Probably. She she grabbed the blade of grass in her paw and blushed slightly. "Um... what's your name Mr. Storyteller?"
Conall felt a tinge of embarrassment when he realized that the other boy's name hadn't come up in conversation yet. So much for all those etiquette rules.
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Post by Bee on Nov 5, 2010 18:27:15 GMT -5
"My name is Zhenya," he offered, immensely glad that they had liked his story. What better sounding board for his ideas than people his own age, especially when they were the ones who inspired the tale? Conall didn't even seem to mind very much ending up dead. He was such a good sport. "It's supposed to mean born lucky but as you can see--" he waved a paw over himself: his awkward everything, his Suit and rank, his stunted useless wings--"my mama just has a mean sense of humor."
Though when he thought about it, maybe he had been born lucky. After all, Kaz had no spaded tail and Coralie had no brain and Milena had no soul, and didn't Zhenya have all of these things, to some degree? He supposed it depended on what one might call lucky.
"Oh! I'll make sure to send you both copies of my book when I write it! Signed and everything because I'll be famous then. If it's not my first book I'll even dedicate it to you. My first book gets dedicated to my dad."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 6, 2010 15:26:31 GMT -5
Ooooh! What a pretty name! The cat wiggled a bit as she listened to the boy's explanation about his name. A small giggle escaped her. That was a mean sense of humor for a parent, but Conall's name was almost just as silly. And even if Zhenya was a little awkward and had a low rank, at least he was pretty to look at. She couldn't say the same about her awkward half sibling. "I think that's a really nice name. My name is actually a boy's name and means "Child of Love." And Conall's name means "strong wolf." I think Daddy ran out of ideas for his name."
Conall shot Kamina a dirty look at the statement about his name. Of course she hardly noticed and he still felt a sting of embarrassment. "I think all parents have a hint of sadism when it comes to naming their children." His second name wasn't too much better, and he didn't feel like being embarrassed any more today. "Anyway... we should probably get going."
"Awwww..." the cat sulked. She wanted to stay here for a while longer. They had just gotten here. "If you're ever in the Highlands... you can come and visit us. We live at the palace of Hearts."
"We'll make sure to keep a look out for your name on the best sellers list," Conall added. "Who knows, you could be a young famous author."
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Post by Bee on Nov 6, 2010 22:18:30 GMT -5
The Highlands! He really should go there one day. Seeing the Court of Hearts first hand would do wonders for the scenic accuracy of his stories (because people could always tell if you were writing about something you had never seen before), and the peaceful-looking Highlands themselves seemed like they would be the perfect site for a few murders...
He frowned a little at the thought of his new-found companions departing so soon. He was sad to lose the company, but he had gotten a lot of new information and a story, and that was enough to conclude the encounter a complete success. Ah well. Best let them be on their way. He should probably get back home, too, before Mama got worried and blamed Daddy for letting him get abducted or something.
"Yeah, keep a look out," he said. He rolled to his feet and settled his bag. "I'll swing by one day!"
[Kari, you can go ahead and mark it closed. <3]
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