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Post by Kitty on Jan 4, 2009 3:17:54 GMT -5
He wasn't at all surprised when Wulfram ordered something hard, and even less surprised that he didn't answer his question directly. It was a little annoying getting an answer to a question in the form of another question, but he'd shove it down and take another drink of his... drink. These were amazingly tasty and he's have to remember them for later. He flicked out his purple tongue and casually cleaned any lingering remnants of his drink from his fur before turning his head to peer at the Tulgey a bit more fully, the same devious little smirk still there.
I'm pretty certain it's mostly an act. You know ... I could hold that against you in the end as well.
The only reason he'd made this type of bargain was because he always saw Wulfram as being far .... rougher then this and that was an interesting prospect. This ... fluffy act just didn't appeal to him, too fake even for the hybrid's tastes.
Come on ... show me the real Wulfram before the night is over.. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 4, 2009 3:29:05 GMT -5
Wulfram toyed with his drink as Mo spoke, simultaneously amused and displeased.
That sounded vaguely like a threat, and Wulfram had no intention of being bossed about too heavily. Even if Mo was a Queen. He didn't say that, however, and instead continued to hold that smirk in place.
To let the true mask fall? or to keep it in place? That was a good question.
"Isn't acting chust e part of ze game?" The crow cocked his head a little and arched a brow. He'd never drop his mask fully, but he'd give Mo a glimpse if he really wanted one. Abruptly he knocked back the rest of his drink, letting a low rumble of content sound in his throat before motioning to the bar tender for a second. "Fery vell... I vill give you e look et ze 'real me' before ze night ist up."
He simply had no intention of telling Mo just when that would be.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 4, 2009 3:39:12 GMT -5
It is, but I have a feeling you're laying it on a little thick.
His voice may have remained level and somewhat cheerful but green eyes darkened a bit as they were narrowed ever so slightly. He really, really didn't like surprises, especially the type that had the possibility of not being in his favor... like this one might prove to be. His tail stiffened up a bit but relaxed his expression and took another drink, never letting his eyes leave the crow who hadn't left him any real opportunity to use his Lie Detector ability. Damn that Jack, he wasn't supposed to start turning the tables in his favor on a night that very much wasn't about him. Well, in a way it was, but not in any manner that Mo thought more important then his own amusement.
He'd probably live to regret this, and his previous request, but he'd just have to make sure the Jack knew one thing ... and this, this was an all out threat even if it was accompanied by a mildly goofy grin.
I wouldn't suggest lying to me Wulfram.
He'd get what he wanted one way or another ... he was certain of it ... and there were two things he wanted by the next day ... |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 4, 2009 10:47:08 GMT -5
The crow continued to grin, sipping his drink as Mo pouted about his act.
He didn't want to deal with that. This was supposed to be an easy task. Please the boy and get his mind off of his secrets, he didn't really want to push it far enough to be 'genuine' about the whole thing.
And then the threats started to fly. Hidden under a playful smile though it may have been, Wulfram knew exactly what it was. Wulfram would not be threatened. His smile darkened, eyes flashing momentarily before he took another deep swig. The searing burn down the back of his throat was a familiar and relieving sensation.
Slowly he set his glass down before leaning forward to catch Mo's chin in his lean fingers. Mo wanted to see the real him... "Sorry, Mo, you'll heff to vait until I've had e bit more to drink before you get your vay." He let his long nails, not nearly as sharp as his bipedal's but still impressive, slide along the weasel mix's jawline before pulling his hand back and returning his attention to downing some more of his drink
With the way things were going he'd need something harder soon.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 4, 2009 14:31:44 GMT -5
Mo never intended to make this as simple of a task as it seemed, Wulfram had said nothing against the many loopholes in their agreement and simply... well, agreed to it. Perhaps he'd underestimated his intelligence, or his memory, but he did not have any desire to forget that this man had a secret... one he obviously didn't want to share. The tip of his tail twitched a bit as he toyed with his glass, running a claw over it's surface lightly.
He lifted a brow when the Jack snatched up his chin, toying with him with claw like fingernails. What he said, however, tugged the corners of his maw down into the barest whisper of a frown. That ... was mildly insulting the way he took it.
Make me wait to long, and I'll resort to another tactic. I don't get what I want for no reason.
He flipped his ears back ever so slightly as he narrowed his eyes a bit ... he was not going to just let the crow play with his head.
His gaze shifted briefly to the Spade's empty glass... if he pushed him to far, well... glass had a tendency to do rather bad things when he was angry. The thought brought a smirk back to his muzzle. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 8, 2009 0:50:54 GMT -5
Wulfram sipped at his drink with casual patience despite the growing anger forming beneath the strong folds of his mask.
Was Mo really thinking to threaten him? Trying to force out a beast that Wulfram was certain the boy would not be able to handle. Queen or not, he was still young and inexperienced in the ways of the world. Wulfram had noted his reactions to being 'manhandled' in the Masquerade, and he assumed another situation would yield similar results.
Especially if all of Wulfram's sadism and cruelty was put behind it.
"Are you threatenink me, Mo?" The crow's eyes flashed briefly, his tone even but cutting in ways that were not natural. As if threatening Wulfram was the most inappropriate thought Mo could have spoken. His tone returned to it's normal dark, but otherwise nonthreatening, quality. "I vill give you vat you ask for, I do not intend to deny you, but it vill be on my terms. You heff seen vat most see auf me, be happy dat I intend to give you more."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 8, 2009 1:10:19 GMT -5
He hadn't really had anyone put up this much resistance to a simple request and he was quite convinced that was precisely what this was. It was frustrating and he wanted to know what was lurking beneath the pale man's exterior now, not wait, and the spoiled kid that he still technically was was protesting to this game quite a bit and the urge to pout was high ... but he'd refrain. Throwing a snit fit in public just ... didn't look good, and he didn't want to jeopardize that. He huffed at the Tulgey's response, flipping an ear back ... and he finished off his first drink to of frustration. What an absolutely aggravating, intriguing.... handsome man the Tulgey was. Damn it all.
Fine then, but I'm not a patient creature Wulfram.
He wrapped his words in diamond charm, hoping that it would negate any ill effects his snotty tone might have on the obviously somewhat agitated Jack. He waited for another drink, agitated enough to forget to consider his... rather short limits when it came to liquor. The sweet taste of his drinks of choice helped that along as well. Damn aggravating men that had interesting things that he wanted to know that he was pretty certain he wouldn't be finding out if he was able to slip something into the man's drink. At least they didn't come around all that often ... |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 10, 2009 22:11:49 GMT -5
"Nor em I an exceptionally tolerant one, Mo." Wulfram's tone hinted at a dark sort of danger. An unspoken threat.
He would only play these games for so long, and then he intended to get his respect. Even if he had to teach Mo to be respectful personally. In fact, that was technically what Mo wanted. To see the true side of Wulfram... cruelty and sadism alike.
The bartender refilled both of their drinks when he returned, quick to get in and out without saying much to the obviously tense 'couple'. He didn't want to get in the middle of whatever quarrel they might be having.
Luckily, Wulf wasn't paying much attention to the flighty bartender. He was far more focused on the drink before him and the strong desire to drink until his urge to break Mo left him. It wasn't working. "Vat is so interestink to see ze 'man behind ze mask', so to speak? Masks are vorn for e reason, efter all."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 11, 2009 1:10:42 GMT -5
He flipped an ear at the usage of his nickname, the only people that called him that were his parents and anyone he'd given specific permission to, and he couldn't remember giving such permission to the Tulgey ... but that wasn't the what irked him most so he'd let it pass. The sentence it was used at the end of was meant to be a threat, he just knew it ... and he didn't like it. He was the Queen here after all and, despite not being of the same suit, he expected Wulfram to fall in line and bend to his whims, something that most definitely wasn't happening and it was making him angry.
He tried to keep a growl from rumbling up from his throat and succeeded for the most part, just a little one managed to escape. His tail tip twitched in agitation as he turned away for a moment to take a drink of the 'refill' before he turned back to Wulfram.
Because ugly people wear masks, Wulfram, and you're not hard on the eyes ... it's proverbial mask and I want to see how ugly you really are. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 16, 2009 9:51:35 GMT -5
Really now?
Mo wanted to see how ugly he was? That was a surprise, honestly. Mo had seemed more the type to be fascinated by superficial beauty, to care more about the surface than the ugly depths.
Fascinating, but not exactly what he had originally planned for the evening.
"Zat ist rare... Most people desire not to know such zings." The crow took a strong swig of his drink. The burning liquor was starting to take a more notable effect, especially with the speed that he was knocking them back. It made behaving himself in the face of Mo's bratty behavior all the harder...
Which, of course, was entirely the point.
If Mo wanted to see the real him, the man beneath the mask, then Wulfram would just have to stop behaving and it was much easier to do that (when one's reputation might be on the line) with a little encouragement from alcohol. Not to mention Mo's attitude, which Wulfram was growing to enjoy teasing. Even without realizing it, Mo was getting to see more and more of the real Crow; the sadistic and manipulative bastard that he really was.
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