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Post by Kitty on Jan 2, 2009 2:37:50 GMT -5
Interesting is one of the better things I've been called lately.
He couldn't quite keep all the bitterness from his tone, but he didn't let his expression falter. No, this wasn't the time nor the place to start thinking about anything outside of the here and now ... or about the Crow. He had a feeling that if he didn't stay on top of things that the Jack would have no issues turning the evening around on him ... he didn't want that.
you know ... My mother finally hit Queen, he's been after the rank since he was my age. Do you think you'd be able to wait that long?
His tail loosened it's grip around the leg of the chair as his expression softened a bit and he let his tiny fangs be covered again.
I think you'd make a good Queen, far better then the present one.
Lysaras was nice and all, but that was the thing ... politics had no place for people like her and, really ... he couldn't wait to see her fall, and hard. Why his mother would willingly help someone like that, even in the simple ways he did, was beyond him. The rat was just.. .straight up weird. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 2, 2009 3:04:55 GMT -5
Wulfram leaned back as he listened to Mo speak. Interesting, Wulfram thought, suited him perfectly. There were some other key words he could include, but interesting summed them up rather well for now. Prissy and spoiled also came to mind, but they weren't important right now.
"I do not intend to vaste time gettink my ranks. Vhen I see zat it ist time, I vill move up." Wulfram was just biding his time, calculating his strength... and waiting to see what would become of the Court. He hated watching it crumble under Lysaras but, for now, he wasn't ready to decimate the woman. "I em avare of dat." Wulfram couldn't resist the pleased chuckle that escaped him. "Enyone vould be more competant zan zat woman..."
Oh Lysaras... Kind negligent idiot. If he'd been a King when he'd arrived he would have taken an exceptional amount of pleasure in flaying her as soon as he could. As it was, he was still getting a firm foot in the door. Establishing himself... his allies.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 2, 2009 3:37:40 GMT -5
I think ... it was more a mental block... then wasting time. You obviously don't know much about Mother.
Then again, who really did beyond him, his father and... possibly Varestes? The rat had his own secret way in and out of the palace, he didn't come down to socialize with the court members except once in a blue moon and he generally shooed any servants off because no one cleaned things to his liking... or was that just paranoia setting in? He wasn't even sure... not anymore. He hadn't spent enough time in the rat's head to get him completely, if that was even possible.
She'll get her dues one day ... by some hand or another. I'm surprised she's still around .... she's been The Queen longer then I've been alive.
He knew Spades weren't all like her ... the one sitting across from him and his father were prime examples of this ... so he really couldn't understand why she was still around. Were none of the good ones... ambitious enough? He needed more time to figure such things out.
One of his ears turned toward the door, he heard something, someone was coming... and that almost certainly meant food.
The service here is fast. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 3, 2009 2:53:25 GMT -5
Wulfram chuckled and waved a hand slightly, dismissing the subject lightly "I vas not saying he vasted time." Just that Wulfram would not waste his time. Wulfram had plans and intended to achieve them within a set limit. "Nor do I imply zat I know him vell." Or much at all. Wulfram wasn't particularly inclined to keep the company of most Lowlanders, but he wasn't about to say that in front of Mo.
How Lysaras had survived so long had also puzzled Wulfram. He figured, in some way, that it must have been a great deal Varestes doing... but he too was not entirely focused on the running of the Court. He was content, from Wulfram's observations, with letting her do as she pleased so long as he could do the same.
"As em I. I do not see her lastink much longer." The crow chuckled darkly, his grin turning briefly sinister before Mo's interest in the door caused him to hesitate. Grant back already? He assumed so.
"Always has been."
The door opened moments later with Grant pushing a tray with two platters and drinks. "Enjoy!" The canine beamed happily and hurried out, living them both to their meal. Wulfram dug in, but kept an eye on Mo as always. He wanted to see if he'd chosen right.
(Feel free to glaze over the dinner bit. I don't feel like deciding what they ate. XD It can be anything you'd like.)
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Post by Kitty on Jan 3, 2009 9:45:40 GMT -5
It was nice to know he wasn't the only skeptic, even better to know that even her own 'followers' had similar ideas. Change would be good... even if his opinion didn't ultimately matter. He wasn't a Spade... even though he was born and raised in the court ... in one way or another.
He was also thankful that the food was fast, he was starving, but none of his actions would ever betray that. He peered at the plate that was set down before him and the first thing he did was pick through it before selecting a vegetable, stabbing it and bringing it up to nibble on it in a rather dainty manner. After he tried everything he ate a little faster, but it was all done in a similar manner to that first vegetable ... he could fill up on less this way, and keep himself from getting messy in the process.
It was back to idle chat through dinner, now that they had food and such he wouldn't be surprised if they sent someone to check in every now and again to make sure they were doing alright, he'd been to enough restaurants in the past to know that that was supposedly good service... even if it annoyed him to no end. He liked to eat in peace.
It was nice to leave even if the food was good, even if he wasn't entirely certain if the evening was over or not, sometimes they stopped at dinner, other times 'dates' went on beyond that. It was up to the Tulgey really, but he'd be.. .rather disappointed if it ended here. When they were outside once more he turned his gaze to the Spade, curiosity lingering on his features. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 3, 2009 9:56:54 GMT -5
Grant checked in from time to time, always tapping thrice on the door before entering. Wulfram was usually here for personal work, Malachior had once flayed a waiter for coming in unannounced and they'd made certain not to do so again. At the time Malachior had been able to throw his rank around to get what he wanted, and Wulfram had just watched in fascination.
Ever since then, he had wanted that power.
When dinner was finished and tabs were paid, Wulfram followed Mo out onto the streets and eyed the male up and down. He didn't seem tired, and Wulfram always liked to close his nights with a drink. Offering out his arm to the feminine Queen of Diamonds, Wulfram motioned up the street a little. He knew this area well. "Zhere ist e pub up se street, vould you be interested in e drink?" The crow wasn't 100% on Mo's interest in drinking, or ability to handle his liquor.
He intended to find out tonight, if Mo was inclined to the idea, that is.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 3, 2009 10:08:39 GMT -5
He wasn't tired at all, actually. Sure he'd gotten up a little early today to get ready .... but he was definitely more the type to sleep all day and be up all night ... the city at night was far more interesting anyhow. A grin returned to his muzzle the Jack offered up his arm, the man had more manners then he'd initially given him credit for and that was a pleasant surprise .... he liked being treated like this. Well, he didn't mind the roles being switched with his otter, he rather liked the shy, submissive type of personality on the boy ... it was cute on him, not so much anyone else. He still didn't understand that ... but he wasn't going to question it.
He curled his tail up into it's happy shape again and looped his arm cheerfully with the Tulgey's.
Sure but .... I don't have a doubt in my mind that you could drink me under the table.
He didn't drink often, nor did he have a very high tolerance to what he did drink. He enjoyed some of the fruity, 'girl' drinks as well as some wines ... but he couldn't handle many of those.
But that ... wasn't always a bad thing, not with the special types of company. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 3, 2009 11:00:47 GMT -5
Wulfram escorted Mo down the road as they walked, playing the gentleman even though that was far from what Wulfram was or ever truly would be. He was good at wearing the airs, though.
Mo's confession brought a deeply amused chuckle out of Wulfam and the crow shook his head lightly. He could drink most people under the table when it came down to it, but few of them with an ego as big as Mo's ever admitted that before they were too plastered to think against it. Least Mo had a bit of logic going for him.
"Vell zhen, I vill heff to go easy on you, von't I?." The crow couldn't resist the teasing grin which spread over his features.
It wasn't a long walk to the pub. Upon arriving, Wulfram pushed the door open and motioned for the weasel-mix to make his way inside. Wulf had made sure to select decent locations to entertain Mo this evening, and while it was still a pub it wasn't a terribly seedy one.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 3, 2009 11:15:51 GMT -5
His grin took on a little bit of a mischievous edge of it's own once he caught the Spade's expression.
As long as you don't expect me to match you drink for drink ... I think you're good.
Diamonds were known for being logical and, really, it wasn't like the crow wouldn't find out he was lying about this. He really, really didn't want to go home yet and bars, or pubs really, were usually great fun some way or another. If it had been seedy he wouldn't have been put off at all, bar fights were rather fun to watch .... but he definitely didn't like getting dragged into them. He liked more.... controlled violence if it did.
He knew the crow went out on a fairly regular basis ... but what exactly was it that he drank? He's put money down on something hard but... you never really knew. He was content to just... wait and see... and place his order after, something fruity and pleasant that he'd been wanting to try for awhile but hadn't had the opportunity to until now.
He flicked an ear in the Tulgey's direction before peering at him to of the corner of hsi eye, a devious little fangy smirk on his muzzle.
So is this all just a front to make sure I enjoy myself... or is some of this actually you? |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 4, 2009 3:06:19 GMT -5
Wulfram chuckled, deeply amused by the rat-mixes inability to drink. He would not force him to match his pace, but he was still curious to see how fast he'd go under.
"You ken take your time vith your drinks, auf course."
Inside, Wulfram was quick to order. He started with hard liquor, though a mild one from that spectrum. Better to start out slow and work your way up, it allowed you to get more alcohol in before the night was over.
Mo's fruity drink received nothing more than a smirk. He really was a light drinker.
The question caught him off guard, but Wulfram didn't show it.
The crow peered over the edge of his glass to the Lowlander and flashed a strange smile at him. The boy was keen, perhaps a little keener than Wulfram really liked. Instead of answering directly, he took a deep swig of his drink and flashed the boy a wink.
"Perhaps it is, or perhaps it ist not. Vat do you sink?"
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