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Post by Tigeress on Jul 31, 2008 9:43:14 GMT -5
She nodded to him a bit quickly, her chest feeling tight and painful with how hard she was trying to keep herself under control. He wasn't as terrifying as people had made him out to be so far, and perhaps all her fear had been wasted. That was not to say she was kicking herself mentally any less for her screw-up, but it seemed like he wouldn't be skinning her alive over it. In fact, he was taking time out to help her, as bizarre as that seemed to her.
At his comment about her sulking, she had a confused expression but didn't say anything more about it. It seemed like that was some kind of compliment, and she would have to try not to be so self conscious about her actions in the future if it was so noticeable.
"Thank you, I'm not accustomed to this type of injury." She admitted somewhat bashfully, her cheeks hiding the red glow under her red fur. Hands were new and... weak, they were injured so easily. Hooves she found had been much more hardy and dependable... although the moveable seperate digits made her able to complete the tasks she would need to do in the future. She had gotten quite good with things involving her wrists, flicking up blankets and the like.
She sat on the edge of the bathtub inside the bathroom and waited for him to look for whatever it was he needed to look for. Not knowing what kind of tool would take this out, she was curious as to what he would find. Glancing down she noticed the blood had basically solidified into a dark jelly around the wood, hopefully that wouldn't make things more difficult. Blood had never really bothered her luckily.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 13, 2008 20:48:21 GMT -5
Just as he'd suspected, she was newly adjusted to life without hooves for hands. It made sense of her foolishness if nothing else. "You are velcome, Inca. Chust be careful next time und if someting like zat presents e problem, ask first."
Resisting the urge to chuckle or mock the little Kamden, Wulfram focused on the task at hand and grabbed out the small first aide kit and, from inside of it, the tweezers he'd been looking for. He'd be able to pluck the little splinter and rinse the cut without batting an eye, but there was simply no fun in that. There'd be no harm in having a little fun with her as well.
"Be still vile I pluck zis, you don't vant it gettink stuck." If Inca did as he told, Wulfram would pluck the splinter out with relatively little pain (depending on how deep the splinter had gone into her finger). Returning the tweezers to their box, Wulfram turned back to watch the blood's renewed trickling.
Wulfram had no qualms with blood. After all, his work forced him to deal with it on numerous occasions. If nothing else, Wulfram had discovered a growing fondness of it.
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Post by Tigeress on Aug 13, 2008 21:56:48 GMT -5
Inca nodded again with a faint smile, it would have been wiser to inquire about the shelf, but she'd been too worried the blame would have been placed on her. Of course she should have known that living in the room, he probably had a good idea of the state of his belongings and who would be able to harm them, but her first day jitters had clouded her logic which was normally quite sharp.
"I will do as you say." The smile took the edge off of the rather obedient words, she was simply used to being a bit over-polite if there was such a thing. Unless something was really bothering her, her manners tended to be very flawless if a little unsettling to people who weren't used to getting respect so easily. Somehow she didn't think Wulfram was any stranger to having people follow his orders without question.
"O-oh yes, of course." Her eyes widened just a touch and she forcibly turned her gaze to the opposite wall, searching back and forth rapidly as she waited for the inevitable pain that would come. It had gone in on an angle and so it hurt it a bit more coming out than it should have otherwise as the wood ripped at her skin. When he returned the tweezers to their box (aha, so that was what one used for splinters!) she glanced down at the blood which had eagerly risen to the surface again sensing freedom above.
She rose the finger to her lips and slid it into her mouth without thinking much about it, she didn't want to make a mess of herself and she knew from experience that sucking on small wounds made them close quicker. If blood didn't bother her, she might as well take advantage of it. Besides, it tended to have an interesting taste.
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Post by Kiki on Aug 22, 2008 8:48:52 GMT -5
Tigs and Vyn receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Vyn on Aug 22, 2008 10:21:11 GMT -5
That renewed well of blood firmly had his interest for a moment, tempting him to break that aloof professionalism for a bit of fun with the girl. His fascination for blood was often off-putting, but he did so love to see pretty girls squirming.
The doe quickly cut off the temptation however, slipping her finger into her mouth and beginning to suck on the wound.
Ah well. At least it kept him from doing something he shouldn't.
An ambiguously ominous smile touched his features briefly but it faded just as quickly as he finished tucking everything away and turned to leave the bathroom. Stepping back into the sitting room, he briefly cast his gaze over to the curtained window and frowned. When was the last time he'd eaten? "Vat time is it, Inca?" If it was close enough to Lunch -- or dinner if he'd let time slide by that much -- then he would just have to get her to fetch him something to eat before she finished up with his room.
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Post by Tigeress on Aug 29, 2008 15:01:39 GMT -5
She blinked up at him curiously, slipping the finger out of her mouth and trying not to blush. The look he'd given her... perhaps her manners had slipped and sucking on a wound in front of someone was rude. Much like the man the blood managed to capture her attention for a span of seconds as it welled up to the surface in a manner of seconds. She could feel it under her skin and it made her squirm, the mental knowledge of exactly where the viscous fluid was at every moment as it broke for freedom.
When he asked what time it was, she closed her eyes for a second and thought. She'd come in at 9, it had taken her an hour to do the basic cleanup, probably another hour had passed since the run out to deliver the dirty dishes and such, and maybe another half an hour to an hour to deal with her little injury. "Almost noon exactly if my time management skills are as good as they used to be." She was good with time, mostly because she was good with math.
"Is there something I can do for you?" It wasn't hard to figure out that he wouldn't bring it up unless he had something in mind. Her willingness to serve meant that she was at any moment prepared for another request, any chance she could get to make up for her little slip-up. At least it let her know the man on a slightly more personal level, he wasn't just the man who ordered her around, she now knew he also had some medical knowledge, wasn't squeamish around blood or wounds, interesting things like that. She wasn't a fool, she knew she wasn't here to make friends, especially with her employer, but it made her feel a bit more at ease. Maybe she would avoid hurting herself again in her nervousness.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 13, 2008 8:11:33 GMT -5
The crow stood quietly, watching her figure out the time in her head. Handy little thing wasn't she? It made him wonder if she was good at all calculations or just in the matter of deciding time. If it was the prior, then she really might be more useful than he thought -- he could use her as a calculator as well.
"Noon? Vonderful. Zen I zhink it ist time for lunch, don't you?" With a brief stretch and a hard-to-read grin, Wulfram slid back down into the chair at his desk. "Surprise me, und get somethink for yourself. Tea voeld be eppropriate, though make sure mine has chust e bit auf scotch or rum in it." He hated plain tea on most occasions, it would be good for Inca to learn that now.
He leaned back, eyes never leaving hers and waited patiently for a response. He wasn't sure if this had been included in her list of duties...ah well, it should have been. If she only came in and cleaned once in a while then she'd be all but useless. He could attend to his own messes. He had to give her a proper run for her services.
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Post by Tigeress on Sept 13, 2008 9:09:47 GMT -5
He seemed pleased at her time telling ability, and the grin he gave made her feel increasingly well about the situation. It seemed maybe she hadn't mucked everything up after all. Of course it was time for lunch, she should have seen that coming, but she was surprised when he gave her so much room to choose what to bring for him. And honestly? She was a little nervous, she had no idea what he liked. The addition of scotch or rum to his tea made her think quickly in her head and she smiled suddenly after nodding, she had an idea.
"Of course your excellence, I will return quickly." And with that she moved to the door and dissapeared beyond it, the heavy thing sliding back into place almost silently as she controlled it from the outside. It still felt better out here, just more breathable, like she was wearing a corset inside and only now could she remove it. She didn't think she was going to be so nervous, and that in and of itself probably served to make her nervous. The knowledge of alcohol in his drink made her think that something rich and hearty for food would be his style. Hopefully they made good stews here because she had a little something in mind that she wanted personalized by the cooking staff.
When she reached the kitchen she was happy to see they were not at all against the idea of her basically assisting the entire process with her ideas. In practice she was an all right cook, but in theory she was excellent. The slightly spiced, rich beef stew smelled incredible, and she figured as it was a personal favourite she might as well grab some for herself as well. The tea was ready and she took hers with a few hints of true vanilla, deciding on scotch for the Jack's. She loaded a tray with a slightly practiced grace and quickly headed back to the room.
Opening the door, she went straight for his desk and began to set the food and drink on an unoccupied corner so he could move it wherever he liked without her risking getting anything on his official papers. The doe decided against saying anything about the meal and distracting him, if he wanted to know where the recipe came from (not that she expected it to be that amazing, he'd probably had much better things invented for his personal taste, which she knew nothing about really) then he would ask it of her. She moved to a small cushy chair across the room a bit and set her things on the small table there. Hopefully he allowed her to eat in his room, she hadn't seen anywhere else to go.
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Post by Vyn on Nov 16, 2008 9:21:27 GMT -5
Wulfram found himself smirking once Inca left the room.
Vessatha was right... This was a good choice. He enjoyed having someone to boss around, especially until he had enough leverage to freely bring his Lenore to the palace with him without getting reprimanded for his brand of affection toward the lovely Torque. He needed a good image, after all.
Before he could begin to miss his Lenore too much, Wulfram returned to what was left with his paper work. It wouldn't take long to finish it all, so when Inca returned with the stew and tea she would catch him just filing everything into their proper places.
"Perfect timing, Inca." Wulfram flashed a smirk at the winged doe. "I em glad to see you are making en improvement zhere." Letting the teasing remark float in the air, Wulfram turned to motion toward the small tea table in the sitting area of the suite. "Set everythink up ofer zhere, you vill be choinink me vor lunch."
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Post by Tigeress on Jan 5, 2009 20:43:01 GMT -5
As soon as the doe entered, balancing the trays precariously, she noticed that Wulfram was just finishing up with what he'd started when she'd left. This probably meant that she hadn't taken too long, which was good, as she'd rushed the kitchen staff enough to earn more than a few dagger-like stares. The soup cooked just the same as it did when she was urging it to go faster, apparently.
At his smirk, she smiled happily, glad to have her assumptions about her timing confirmed. When he continued with the comment she opened and closed her mouth, blushing and bowing her head to show her apologies for earlier in the day. She never knew entirely when he was joking, but the doe took it very good naturedly, not only because he was her boss but because the girl knew how to let things roll off her back. She was far too self critical as it was, but it meant she was always aware of her own shortcomings and trying to improve.
"Oh? It would be my pleasure your excellence." In reality, the information both caught her off guard and made her nervous, but it should mean that he liked her. Or so she hoped. She set down both trays on a chair and laid out the tea first with two bowls of soup to the side. The table wasn't very big so it was more of a task than she'd anticipated. Her hands were shaking slightly by the end as she grabbed the trays and set them aside for later, standing with her hands clasped to see where he wanted to sit before taking her own seat. It was not something she'd learned, but something that instincts told her was the polite thing to do for someone of higher rank.
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