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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 24, 2011 2:33:13 GMT -5
The Tulgey Queen's smile was a mile wide as he gave the woman a little bow. "It was my pleasure to help you find some proper entertainment in this awful place." He reached down and gave her a light kiss on the paw.
His smile was still a mile wide as he pulled away. He gave a happy sigh, his eyes almost dreamy as he looked at the two dead bodies. Today had gone far better than he imagined. It was a shame that they should probably bring it to a close. Or at the very least they should vacate the building before anyone came to the awful place for food.
It didn't mean they had to part ways just yet.
"I suppose we should collect ourselves and head out before someone comes to this dreadful little place for some food." He eyed the body of the dishwasher, debating if he should write a message or not. "I should add a finishing touch," Lythero said after a moment. He dug a talon into the dish washer so he could get enough blood to write on the wall above him.
'Lythero returns'
Simple and to the point.
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Post by Lucca on Apr 25, 2011 9:43:11 GMT -5
Nellwyn grinned devilishly up at Lythero. It was wonderful to find such a gentleman who still reveled in killing. Such Cards were rare, in her experience. In fact, she'd only met one other outside of the Tulgey, and she'd only met him once...though it had been a good night. "Hmm, yes, I suppose so," she purred, and watched eagerly as the Queen showed his further mastery of the art.
She smirked, Yes, that should get the message across nicely to anyone who knew their history. And if they didn't, maybe they'd look it up and find a new meaning for the word fear. She butted her head against the Wolf hybrid's blood-soaked hand. "Perfection itself, Lythero," she purred, and she didn't even feel the need to add anything, despite her paws itching to feel the blood under her claws and between her toes. Eventually, she would leave such a message over the dead body of her former employer. Her eyes gleamed at the thought., and for a moment she imagined it was McDuck's body lying there, and his blood staining the walls.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 27, 2011 21:12:41 GMT -5
"You're a flatter, Mrs. White," he said with a wide smile, his hand brushing against her head, giving her a light tickle with his talon. A bit of red transfered to her fur, making him pause for a moment as he noticed the wonderful contrast of red on white. Perfection indeed.
He eyed his bloody hand for a moment before licking a bit of the blood off and grabbing one of the nearest towels. They weren't going to put them to good use, so he could use them to clean off properly. When he was finished he threw the bloody dishtowel in the sink with the Highlander dishwasher.
"Now I suppose we can go, everything seems to be in order," he said as he scanned the various parts of the kitchen. There was nothing that he wanted to actually bother with. "Unless you would like to stick around for some reason or another. There's another little place we can visit if you don't feel like going back to your place of employment."
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Post by Lucca on May 2, 2011 15:30:47 GMT -5
Nellwyn barely heard the words that Lythero spoke, her mind still entranced in the perfect scene of deadly beauty that would be her employer's blood staining the walls. The gentle touch snapped her out of it, and she flicked an ear, the purring rumbling up again in her chest. She slowly turned toward him, and had a perfect view as he licked the blood off his hand in a way that made her purr deepen.
She turned to give the kitchen a once over, looking almost bored. "Yes, there's nothing else of interest here. And I would not like to return to that place just yet," she replied, with subtle emphasis. Fresh from the kill, she wanted to do something relaxing and fun, not force herself into the maid role she hated so much. Besides, she was quite curious about what else the sadistic Tulgey Queen had planned for their little rendezvous. Whatever it was, the Feline was sure it would be exquisite, just as that lovely little distraction had.
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 2, 2011 20:13:36 GMT -5
Lythero looked a bit more cheerful than he had a moment before at her comment. Their destination was actually only a short walk away from the restaurant. It was a little antique shop that almost looked like it was falling apart. He opened the door for the feline and allowed her entrance first (of course.)
The shop was cluttered, and faintly smelled of books and incense. There didn't actually seem to be any shop owner in plain sight. Perhaps they were buried under a pile of random clutter? Besides books there was furniture, assorted knick knacks, candle holders, and things that couldn't be recognized at first glance.
"It's not much, but it's the most interesting place I've found in the Highlands," Lythero said as he closed the door behind him, the little bell ringing the door clicked shut. "Though there's normally someone here."
His nose wrinkled at the smell of incense as he scanned the room. "They have a little section dedicated to the Wood."
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Post by Lucca on May 3, 2011 7:42:52 GMT -5
The Feline followed him, quite content, like a predator after killing and finishing off the meal that resulted. Her ears twitched lazily and her paw steps silently covered the path. Of course...she was actually rather surprised by where he led her, and she tilted her head at him curiously. An antiques shop? Normally she would say she had no use for such things, as most of the wares were junk, but maybe there was something here.
If not a useful item, then perhaps a key to figuring out Lythero a little more? The enigmatic general may wish things were now as they had been in his time, when the Tulgies deigned to mix with other Realms and were almost thought a myth, albeit one that most Cards feared. Yes, that seemed to fit. Though she still found it a bit amusing how in love the general was with the Wood. Granted, she'd go back there if she could, and she did miss it, but she chose to judge other Cards based on their actions. The actions of most Highlanders proved them to be pompous, ignorant gits to a Card. Nellwyn sniffed delicately and picked her way amongst the clutter. "Do they?" she asked airily. "And where is that?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 7, 2011 14:54:09 GMT -5
Lythero wanted very little to do with anything but the Wood. He still had the bitter taste of hatred for what the two Queens had done to him. Being skinned alive and turned into a magical cloak wasn't exactly something you got over quickly. It was a miracle he wasn't running around stabbing people at random.
He led the way through the clutter to a small section in the back of the store. It seemed far neater than the rest of the store, and most things were actually under glass in a display case. There was small little label "Artifacts from the Tulgey Wood" besides the case.
The hybrid tapped the glass lightly with a talon to point out a particular artifact. A highly polished hunting knife with a intricately carved handle. It was quite clear that the blood stains on the handle couldn't be removed. "It's not anything spectacular but I suppose it's nostalgic for me." He said quietly as he scanned the various odds and ends in the case. "It's similar to something I used to skin "things" when I was younger. It looks to be the work of the same smith."
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Post by Lucca on May 10, 2011 7:55:45 GMT -5
Nellwyn followed gracefully, picking nimbly through the clutter as if she did this every day. There was one good thing about being a maid (perhaps the ONLY one): she had a lot of practice with dealing with clutter. McDuck was a very organized Duck, true, but there were times he'd nearly wreck the house in fits of temper. Stupid things set him off. Sometimes Nellwyn even encouraged them, but usually not when they were home, since she knew exactly who it was that had to clean after those temper tantrums.
Nellwyn looked curiously at the case Lythero pointed to, ears perked forward and eyes gleaming in interest. She had to admit, it was a very well crafted knife. And the blood stains were a nice touch. "Hmm, it is a lovely little weapon," she purred quietly, tilting her head and admiring the way the blade gleamed in the light. "I suppose the one you had was lost to time, then? Pity."
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 10, 2011 21:13:38 GMT -5
Lythero gave a small shrug, "It might have been lost, or it could be in someone's basement for all I know. There are a good deal of private collections in the Wood. And people don't exactly like to share information with each other outside of their social circles. Not everyone takes me seriously," He rolled his eyes. He could understand why people didn't believe him, but it was still a pain in the ass. No one had enough sense in their skulls in this day and age.
He lightly tapped on the glass with a talon again, pointing to a small necklace and other assorted odds and ends. Most of them he could actually say who owned them before hand.
"It's a shame they don't have anything useful," He frowned. "I apologize if I'm boring you with my nostalgia. It's very ungentlemanly of me, is there any particular place you would like to go?"
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Post by Lucca on May 11, 2011 8:56:08 GMT -5
"True. My family collected things as well. Not knives or war relics, though," Nellwyn murmured. still eying the various things in the display case. There was a small, creepy looking statue of a Jubjub bird, as well as the rather lovely necklace and a few other random trinkets. She gave a very brief thought to her family before dismissing them. After her last conversation with her parents, she knew she couldn't show up at home again without her brother's head on a silver plate.
"They will have to take you seriously, one day," she promised darkly, half talking to Lythero and half talking to herself. Her claws flexed out briefly, scratching at the wood, before she forced them to retract and smiled pleasantly. "Not at all, Lythero," she purred, bumping her head against his arm. "I'm quite enjoying this. It's been years since I've been to the Wood, myself, you know." She hesitated, wondering if the general would care about her story. Well, if he asked, she'd tell it. After all, he understood traitors to the cause. She'd just have to spin it right.
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