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Post by Kitty on Dec 4, 2008 22:32:15 GMT -5
Just until the end of the song? Well he could certainly behave that long, especially since Wulfram was a more then decent dance partner. He relaxed once more, giving the crow full control once more and just let his mind drift off somewhere else and just dance, no suggestive undertones.
When they went to leave he slipped the mask off as well and returned it before following the Jack out into the night once more. After their dance, and being indoors as well, the fresh air was rather refreshing ... in fact, i was nice enough to give him an idea. He reached up and tugged at one of the dangling strands of ribbon and pulled, his hair falling mostly down. He lifted a hand and ran thing, clawed fingers through his hair to fix it and couldn't quite muffle the happy little trill that tried to escape his maw completely. He folded the ribbon up neatly and reached into his suit to place it in a pocket he had on the inside, he didn't intend on putting his hair back up tonight.
It really is ... the air is just cool enough, I love this time of year.
He grinned a bit at the crow when he motioned toward the carriage, he really was making an effort to please him tonight, wasn't he? He flashed the man another mischievous grin as he passed him. Once inside the carriage he curled his tail out of the way and crossed one leg over the other to sit in the same manner that a lady would. |
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Post by Vyn on Dec 30, 2008 0:17:58 GMT -5
Without actually turning his head toward Mo, Wulfram watched as he let his hair down and beautified it. Silly, prissy Lowlander. Wulfram almost found himself wondering what would happen if he got the chance to ruffle his fur, so to speak. The temptation was great, but Wulfram's determination to complete this evening 'successfully' was stronger.
"Mmm..."
As Mo slid into the carriage, Wulfram leaned up to the driver and tossed a few coins toward him as he gave him directions. He knew a nice Tavern that Malachior had used as a meeting spot in the past. It was just ritzy enough to cater to his finer tastes and just shady enough to keep from asking too many questions.
They also knew him there, which meant he got the best of the best without the ungodly prices.
The ride was short and comfortable, filled with intermittent bouts of idle chatter or mutual silence. Neither of them seemed keen on chatting about anything much with someone possibly listening in, and Wulfram was glad for this.
When they arrived, Wulfram slipped out first and held open the door for Mo. "I do hope you're hungry after all that dancing?"
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Post by Kitty on Dec 30, 2008 1:02:03 GMT -5
He also enjoyed the fact that Wulfram didn't seem to want to talk about anything of any value with the carriage driver around, even if he did have to make up most of the small talk ... at least he had a knack for it. He'd gotten quite good at having one sided conversations as well, Osias just wasn't the greatest conversationalist in the world after all. He was thankful when the ride was over, he just ... didn't like moving around in a small space very much, but it was so much quicker then walking ... but that didn't keep him from practically hopping out of it.
His pointed ears perked at the question, he hadn't eaten since breakfast in preparation for the evening because he expected either food, or a reason to be particularly irritable ... and if he were to be left hungry well ... he'd definitely be irritable.
Yeah .... I could eat.
He flashed the Tulgey a toothy grin as he ran clawed fingers through his bangs, he just hadn't gotten over the newness of fingers quite yet and he did so love his long, pretty hair. Yes, prissy was definitely a good judge of character by Wulfram.
You should give me some suggestions on what's good, I have a little... feeling that you've been here before.
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Post by Vyn on Dec 30, 2008 1:39:29 GMT -5
Wulfram watched Mo indirectly, studying his movements and mannerisms with unspoken bemusement. The more he watched him the more he was certain 'prissy' was definitely the word he was looking for. And more feminine than he'd noticed before. It was almost cute.
"Goot." Astute of him to notice that he'd been to the Tavern before, though, but that wasn't entirely hard to figure out. Especially not once they'd entered.
"Wulfram! Good to see you!" One of the waiters, a bipedal canine from The Mid-Range had sidled up to them, grinning warmly. He glanced momentarily at Mo, and had to take a brief moment to calculate what he saw. Wulfram with a Lowlander? Odd. Well, business was business and Wulfram was too valuable of a customer to send him off on account of his company. Best just to get them seated and out of view. "It's been a while! The usual room?"
"Ja, ja. Goot to see you, Grant."
The lean bipedal hound led the two of them up a small flight of stairs and into a solitary room with a large table, a couple of seats, and a fireplace that kept the room at a far more comfortable temperature than the dining are below. "Take a few moments to get settled and I'll be back to take your orders." With that said, he was gone and Wulfram was alone with Mo once more.
Wulfram chuckled lowly, smirking to himself. "Zis ist a goot place... Plenty auf privacy. Es for ze food..." Wulfram grabbed a menu, flipping through the pages as he offered suggestions. Most of their food was good, he felt. Their chef was delightfully competent.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 30, 2008 1:55:37 GMT -5
His ears perked up when his companion for the evening was greeted so warmly, and in such a familiar manner as well ... it made him grin all the more. So he was right after all? His tail curled up into a little half loop, a combination of amusement and intrigue, and he followed the hound and Wulfram up to the secluded little spot. This was ... rather nice actually ... which amused him further.
He eyed the various things on the menu and decided to continue playing with the idea of not being in control and set his menu down and pushed it toward Wulfram.
Surprise me.
He was an omnivore after all, he had a special fondness for fruit ... but that really wasn't a dinner item, now was it? Besides, it'd be interesting to see what type of food the Jack would pick for him without really knowing him all that well.
He'd wait until after whoever was taking their order left again before he'd lean forward, twined his fingers together and rested his chin on his now clasped hands.
So tell me ... what kind of things did my Uncle have you do to get your title?
He knew what his father's job was, it was how his parents met after all, and if this Jack happened to know his father... well... that would make him all the more interesting. If not... no big deal, he could simply pass it off as curiosity. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 2, 2009 0:16:01 GMT -5
Wulfram smirked, concealing a deeper displeasure with Mo's statement. Was this boy so addicted to surprises? It was easy enough to 'surprise' people when Wulfram didn't care what their opinion really was, but to pretend to care while he did not... That was grating. The crow kept these things to himself, all politely hidden beneath a mask of amusement.
He better 'succeed' tonight. He was not doing all of this for naught.
"All right." They were both omnivorous, he was pretty certain, and Wulfram always preferred a lighter sort of meal -- something that wouldn't weigh you down when you left. Heavy meals were only good for early mornings after one had drank too much and needed food to absorb the alcohol.
When Grant came back, Wulfram merely smiled and waved a hand. "My usual, Grant, und my guest vill take one es vell."
Once the canine had left, Wulfram turned his attention back to Mo. His Uncle? Ah yes, Varestes... He still wasn't certain how that had come about, but ever since the boy arrived in the Court he'd been insistent on calling the King thus. ...Perhaps it was just a title without any true family basis? Wulfram didn't really care to find out.
"Hmph. Surprisingly little, actually, less zhan I intended et very least. I vas qualified und ze Court vas understaffed, zhere vere no need for challenges." Which was a pity, in Wulfram's opinion, he'd been looking forward to a little challenge... but Varestes company had proved distracting enough that that hadn't mattered.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 2, 2009 0:32:07 GMT -5
He didn't exactly love surprises, they generally weren't anything good, but he really didn't care what he ate tonight and didn't want to put the crow through a bought of indecision. And, well, having someone else order for you was just easier, especially when they'd been here before.
He curled his tail around one of the chair legs, eagerly awaiting some fantastic response ot his question ... but the one he got was insanely dull. He couldn't help but let his expression fall and an ear twitch back. Nothing eventful? Well damn, that meant just a series of questions then. How utterly dull and... unhelpful.
Too bad ... Mother got his title from him ... he had a far more interesting tale.
His tail tip twitched a bit as he played with his bangs for a moment ... he intended to keep the conversation going now that they were alone.
And that's when a lopsided smirk reappeared on his muzzle, fangs visible on one side.
Are you... happy with your title Wulfram? |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 2, 2009 1:52:49 GMT -5
Wulfram had felt similarly to Mo in response to his receiving his title.
He'd heard such fascinating things about the King that he'd expected more... but, honestly, he couldn't blame him for seeing potential and taking it. Not when the Court had been so very strapped and utterly choked with useless fools.
"I must agree." The crow chuckled. "I vish I had e more entertainink tale for you."
He pressed his fingers together, debating the meeting. He'd had far more interesting encounters with Varestes after the fact, but that wasn't something he intended to share. The next question was a bit more interesting and definitely had Wulfram's smirk firmly in place.
Though, if Mo was careful to pay attention to the Tulgey's expressions, said smirk was usually in place. It covered most of his more vehement emotions with a mask of controlled, and sometimes belittling, amusement.
"Nein." There was no use sugar coating his words. "I vill be movink up. It ist chust e matter auf time." He allowed some of his control to slip then, sliding into a more wicked grin. Mo and his family really had nothing to be concerned about, he was a diamond and not a Spade... he wouldn't be affected by any of Wulfram's political decisions.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 2, 2009 2:10:21 GMT -5
Now that was a far more interesting response and it caused him to brighten up all over again, pointy ears standing straight with interest.
I'm glad to hear that, I would have called you a liar had you said yes.
That grin of his broadened further, the fangs on the other side of his maw visible now.
You ... want to be a Queen, don't you?
He had no doubt in his mind that the man did, he just wanted to see what he actually said. He wasn't all worried about anyone's politics, he hadn't ever really worried about that ... he just had some curiosities that he wanted to ... iron out. Wulfram definitely had the potential to run the Court the way he thought it should be run ... pity he wasn't a Spade himself really.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 2, 2009 2:17:50 GMT -5
Wulfram couldn't help but be a bit amused by the Diamond's comments.
So he'd been watching him? How closely, Wulfram had to wonder, and for how long? Did he know all the little intricacies of Wulfram's work? Wulfram wouldn't press him on that, though he would keep his comment in mind. He did not like being watching without knowing it, so hopefully Mo only knew as much as Wulfram was wiling for the boy to know so far.
"You are e very interestink character, Morpheus." The Tulgey crow found himself falling into a more genuine, and considerably darker, grin. "Ja. I vill be e Qveen." This was no simple dreaming that Wulfram had in mind. He had a set plan, and he would reach his goals no matter who he had to take down to get there.
He did not mention that he intended to be The Queen. That bit of information could wait. It was well enough that Mo knew he wanted a Queen spot.
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