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Post by Greenie on Jul 8, 2009 21:12:19 GMT -5
 Ah, the city. Mia loved the smell of the food and the gentle breeze tousling his fur.. but he didn't like the press of people. He was far too used, almost spoiled by the extreme absence of cards in Spades. It made him irritable, cranky and in a hurry to get back to the comfort of his family, bed, and quiet, but unfortunately he had business only he could deal with in the City. Wulfram wasn't half as personable as he was (which was saying something- he wasn't very personable) and Donnie wasn't in a position where she could easily come and go from the Court just yet. So he was stuck doing it. He was meeting potential contractors to do some repairs on the Court that were becoming dire, stopping by an employment agency to inquire into finding additional help and he was, apparantly, supposed to search out someplace with large quantities of "unugly curtain fabric." Whatever that meant. Today, though, he was doing none of that. The ferret stopped beside a lamppost and leaned against it, happy to take in the City he hadn't been to in quite a while. |
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Post by Lucca on Jul 13, 2009 23:09:47 GMT -5
 Colin was in a particularly bad mood today. The city, with its bright, cheerful colors and bustle and people, was setting him on edge. He had been here too much lately, and yet, he was tired of being at home, with his family making him their errand boy. Thanks to the fact they had a contract with the shipping firm, Colin had a lot fewer deliveries to make for his mother, but that only meant she felt more justified in sending him scurrying back and forth on other, even more annoying errands. Today, it was a cake. Because, oh look, his sister's birthday was coming up. Never mind that it was also his birthday. His parents seemed to have forgotten that part, quite conveniently. But after a few hours of looking around at the local bakeries and inquiring about prices and deliveries and icing flavors...he was pretty much done. The Eight of Spades sighed, walking wearily down a new street. Hoping to find somewhere he could just sit for a while and forget about...everything. It was hard to find any peace at home, and without peace, it was hard to find the will to play piano, the only real solace he'd had these past few months. He thought longingly of the Court, remembering his visit there...it had been quite a lovely place, after all was said and done. |
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Post by Greenie on Dec 13, 2009 16:08:44 GMT -5
Mia slowly took everything in, enjoying the ability to people watch: there weren't many people to covertly stare at in Spades, and while most of them were at least a little crazy, their version of crazy had gotten.. boring? When had Spades crazy gotten boring? Well wasn't that a sad little revelation. Maybe he did need to find someone to talk to and shake him back into his senses.
Mostly out of curiosity, he began mentally counting how many of each Suit walked past him. A Heart, a Club, another Club, a Diamond, a Heart.. and a very purple Spade. Wasn't that bird Villa, like (half) of Donnie? The ferret squinted a bit, trying to read the avian's script, but found the feathers combined with the motion made it difficult. He wasn't sure if it was rude or not to stop him and ask him what the words are, but something told him it was probably personal; he'd just have to try to figure it out on his own.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 13, 2009 19:13:03 GMT -5
Under the weariness, and the annoyance, something else crept up on Colin...something...odd. A feeling that made the feathers at the back of his neck prickle a bit. Like he was being watched...the Cardinal almost turned around before he realized that he was in a City, which meant of course there were people looking at him. There were people looking everywhere. He shook his head, trying to dispel the paranoid feeling, and paused, spotting just what he'd been looking for: a bench.
With a light sigh, Colin went to sit, not noticing the ferret leaning against a lamp post only a few feet away, and pulled out his notes from the day's window shopping. Blue eyes skimmed the prices wearily. One of these bakeries had to suffice, it really did. As long as it was pretty enough, how the cake tasted mattered little, since he was fairly sure Melody didn't even like it much, or at least liked all cakes equally.
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Post by Greenie on Dec 14, 2009 0:11:45 GMT -5
Feeling like a disgrace to himself and his rank, Mia continued to stare, unable to help the overwhelming feeling of curiosity as to the bird's scripture. It was something akin to his Torquehelm side, he supposed; the feeling of needing identity, needing something to prove who you are. Except it was this man's identity, not his own. Perhaps Mia just needed to encounter more Villas and get used to them..
Or maybe he just needed to get out more. He was starting to sound crazy in his thoughts, and that's when you knew you needed mental help. Or he could just blame it on Chris; that was always a reliable option. Yes, the dog had made him crazy. He'd been perfectly sane before that whole fiasco started. Right?
Realizing he'd become lost in his own thoughts, he shook himself out of it and glanced around until he found that the bird had placed himself on a bench nearby. He seemed to be looking for something.. perhaps Mia could offer help and simultaneously examine his feathers. Why couldn't it be fur? Fur was so much more legible.
He carefully eased himself onto the bench at a respectable distance from the bright purple creature, then quirked an eyebrow at him. "Need any help finding anything? I used to live here, though it's been a while; I can at least point you in the right direction." He offered as friendly as was possible, considering his current creeper-like status.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 14, 2009 0:43:02 GMT -5
Colin was absorbed in deciding which bakery to return to, so much so that he had ceased to notice the feeling of being watched, and so when someone suddenly sat down beside him, and a voice spoke, he jumped visibly. Annoyed by this lack of composure and the interruption, he turned with a polite, but rather cold, expression on his face, intending to perhaps brush this person off...
Until he caught sight of the dark mark on the Ferret's chest that told his rank, and his entire demeanor changed. Suddenly, a smile graced his beak, and his eyes widned in awe. A Queen was speaking to him! And offering to help! Colin was beyond honored. "Your Majesty," he gasped out, because it was always better to assume they were titled. He made a formal little bow the best he could without getting up, because they were both sitting and it would be even more awkward. "That's very kind of you to offer. Please, my name is Colin, and I'm just looking for something unimportant. But allow me to ask if there is perhaps something I can assist you with? What brings you to the city?"
Kissing up aside, the Ferret would now be able to tell from this close that the script on Colin's body read 'Wrath' and 'Forthright'.
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Post by Greenie on Dec 14, 2009 1:04:31 GMT -5
Mia was momentarily relieved when the man didn't run away screaming - he did look very strange to most people, he was well aware of that - but had to control his reaction when the bird stared for a short moment, then began treating him as, well, a Queen. This is what he got for going out in public. He was better off in his study yelling at Christopher, really, he was.
He smiled slightly and nodded in response to the bow, awkward as it was sitting. At least it seemed as though he wasn't recognized as which Queen he was - the avian hadn't used his name yet or started quaking. That was a new reaction he'd found, quaking; rumors of how he'd gotten glass shards fused into his body had apparently been growing in astronomical leaps.
"Nice to meet you, Colin," He responded amicably, then paused. What had he come for again? Oh yes, contractors and curtains. The contractors he knew where to find, but the curtains.. "Curtains. Specifically "unugly" ones, but as I have no idea what that means, I won't expect you to have any idea." He replied, blinking momentarily in confusion. Mia then remembered that he'd came over in the first place to examine the man's script - it was one of the few moments he was glad he had no pupils, so Colin wouldn't be able to tell he was blatantly staring at the script. Wrath and Forthright? That was an.. interesting combination.
He definitely needed to do some studying on what the words meant in correlation to personalities..
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Post by Lucca on Dec 14, 2009 16:26:07 GMT -5
Colin was actually trying to figure out in that very moment if he knew who this Queen actually was. He'd studied up on the Court nobility, so it only took a moment for things to come back. This was the one that had apparently fought with Donnie (or something, there were a lot of rumors about it) and got all the weird magic glass shards. And here he'd assumed those were a natural mutation. His face would reveal none of these revelations, since Colin knew how to put on a poker face, though he was inwardly even more awed now. He had to get in good with this guy if he ever wanted to work in the Court.
"Curtains, hm?" Colin asked, tilting his head thoughtfully and putting away his notes on cakes. That could wait. "Actually...my mother runs a fabric business, and I'm sure she'd be glad to make curtains for you. I may be a bit biased, but I don't think her designs are ugly. Would you like to see for yourself, Your Majesty?" He always had a few samples in his bag, just in case of situations just like this one. He hoped he didn't seem too...pushy. He really was just trying to help.
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Post by Greenie on Dec 14, 2009 16:37:34 GMT -5
"Curtains." Mia repeated with a gusty sigh. They seemed to assume that because he happened to prefer men that it meant he had an incredible innate fashion sense, and that assumption was incredibly wrong. Should he ever get his Human form, it was going to be horribly dressed just to prove that point.. unless Christopher got to his closet first, then he might be screwed.
He quirked an eyebrow. "Does she? I'd be willing to take a look, though, to be honest, my opinion as to what to pick means nothing. If I tell her what colors the rooms are, will she pick them for me and let me claim I did all the work?" The ferret grinned toothily. "The Court is under the misguided notion that I know what I'm doing, and I do have some reputation to uphold." He paused, then sniggered. Who was he kidding, reputation? All he was known for was being scary and half-emaciated. Not that it wasn't useful most of the time.
Mia sat back for a moment, one digit instinctively twisting around a broken binding. "Ah, the woes of curtains," He said sardonically, then chuckled. "What are you doing with your fine day out in the Capital? Something more exciting than fabric, I hope."
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Post by Lucca on Dec 14, 2009 21:28:51 GMT -5
Colin's beak split into a slight grin. He'd -heard- about this Queen's reputation, now that he recalled which he was, and it had nothing to do with curtains. "She could...or I could pick them out for you," Colin offered, trying to keep from sounding too eager. The thought of his mother's designs in the rooms of the Court was amazing enough, but the thought of his favorite of her designs...well! Hurriedly he dug in his bag, bringing out a bound book with fabric scraps on every page, detailing which were available by special request only and which were available all the time because they were so popular, and things of that nature.
"Not to, uh, brag or anything, Your Majesty, but I consider myself to have a fairly developed aesthetic sense considering where I grew up," he said as he tried to locate the design he was thinking of. They practically taught those sorts of things to all young Villas who were properly educated. He'd been in the Court once, though of course there was no way to know if he'd been in the room these curtains would be specifically for. "So would you mind telling me what room these are for, and what the basic color scheme is?"
Colin sighed at the question. "If only. I'm picking out a birthday cake, which may sound exciting until you realize it's my own...though my sister is the only one people bother to think about," Colin said mournfully. "Until I do something to really distinguish myself in the eyes of my parents--and no, composing piano pieces that are performed on a semi-regular basis in the local concert halls isn't enough--I'll always be outshone." Realizing the Queen most likely could care less about all his stupid little problems, he flushed slightly beneath his feathers. "But anyway, yes...cakes."
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