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Post by Kari Muffin on May 11, 2011 22:29:30 GMT -5
A smile crept onto his face. Nellwyn always knew what to say, didn't she? People would recognize him for who he actually was one day. He didn't like the thought that he had to wait, but it would be worth it wouldn't it?
He eyed the necklace in the case for a brief moment as the woman spoke. Good, she was enjoying herself. That made him feel a bit better about wandering in to indulge in his nostalgia. His ears perked slightly at the mention that she hadn't been back to the Wood in years. That was a shame.
"I do hope you'll fix that sometime, perhaps you could come to visit me sometime?" He chuckled. "But I'm sure you have a valid reason not to return. Didn't you say before you had a goal to achieve before you could return to the Wood? I could be mistaken."
His eyes continued to to scan the shop for something of interest. Or the shopkeeper so he could have a closer look at the damn knife. There was still no sign of the owner or anyone attending the bloody place. He tapped on the glass lightly, silently debating to himself if he wanted to cause a scene or just hop over the counter and search for a set keys. "Do you think the owner keeps the keys behind the counter?"
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Post by Lucca on May 12, 2011 8:50:30 GMT -5
Nellwyn nodded, eyes narrowing into pink slits. "Yes," she hissed in a low voice. "My brother is a traitor to his family, and a disgrace to the Tulgey Wood. I must find him and exact careful revenge. Only then can I return to my family's home. But until then...perhaps I can pop in for old times' sake." It would certainly be a nicer vacation than any other she could think of off the top of her head. And if she could find Lythero in the Wood...well, that would make it all the better, wouldn't it?
Nellwyn's ears perked forward in interest as Lythero tapped the glass. What was he thinking about? He soon made that clear, and Nellwyn tapped her claws on the floor in thought. "Only one way to find out, right?" she asked with a grin, and puts her paws on top of the glass to peek over the counter and see if she could catch sight of any Corvie contraptions that would alert the shopkeep to their attempt.
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 18, 2011 21:01:14 GMT -5
"A traitor?" Lythero half whispered as he listened to the feline's words. His brow raised slightly. So she was outside of the Wood to exact family revenge. He approved, greatly. "Perhaps I could help you find him with a few of the connections I have out here... but I'm sure you'll find him rather easily."
He blinked when Nellwyn peered over the counter. At least she was just as curious as he was.
There were keys hanging on a rather low spot behind the glass counter. From Lythero's angle he couldn't really see them, but the cat could probably see them easily. There was no sign of any alarm systems that could alert the owner of any ill happenings. There still seemed to be no sign of anyone. Perhaps the owner was in some hidden back room or something?
"Do you see anything?" Lythero asked as he peered over the counter, unable to see much of anything beyond a sea of junk.
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Post by Lucca on May 19, 2011 7:59:58 GMT -5
Nellwyn nodded, her eyes narrowed. "Locating him has been surprisingly difficult," she hissed quietly. "He's certainly going under an assumed name. Perhaps he even had himself magically altered to look different. But I know I'd recognize him if I saw him." A strange gleam was in her eyes as she spoke of her brother. He was the entire reason she'd ever had to leave the Wood and work for that blasted Duck. With all -his- contacts and resources she had access to, she still hadn't found the traitor.
Thinking about him again now was making her blood boil, so she was more than glad of the distraction that the search for the keys offered. In answer to Lythero's question, the Feline carefully stuck a paw down and snagged the keyring on her claws, bringing them up and tossing them to the other Tulgey. "Yes," she said simply, smiling in satisfaction. Though it was certainly odd that there was no sign of either the owner nor any sort of alarm system in the whole place, Nellwyn tried not to question it too much. She kept her ears perked just in case.
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 19, 2011 21:46:16 GMT -5
The Tulgey raised an eyebrow. A slippery bastard like that could be a wonderful asset, of course they normally didn't behave so he could easily understand disposing of a traitor. He brushed the thoughts off. Nellwyn had everything under control, there was no need in pestering her about the matter. He could always ask her some other time.
And she got the keys without any trouble. It seemed odd, like someone was laying a trap for them. Though that was probably just paranoia speaking. "Thank you, lovely Lady," he said with a slight bow as he took the keys from her with a bright smile.
He unlocked the display case, pulling the lid upwards with a curious expression. Things were never this easy before. He picked up the knife, giving it a closer inspection, the faint smell of blood and metal tickling his nose.
"Shame the owner isn't around," Lythero said as he offered the woman the knife. "They don't make them as good as they used to."
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Post by Lucca on May 23, 2011 9:21:49 GMT -5
Nellwyn kept glancing around as the hybrid opened the case, making absolutely sure they had no visible watchers of any type. She payed close attention for any small movement or gleam that might be an eye. She wasn't really paranoid, but she hadn't gotten where she was now by being reckless. Her fluffy ears remained perked, and she didn't look back at her companion until Lythero spoke again.
She turned, unsurprised to see him with the knife. It sat so naturally in his hand, and she found herself wishing for hands of her own. What a nice thing that would be, then! She could wield her weapons even better. (She could also do her job better, but that certainly wasn't what she'd aspire to accomplish). "It is a shame," she muttered, accepting the knife and turning it in her paws, admiring the grip and the weight. "I wonder how much he'd want for this? If he was even willing to part with it." It was an idle thought, but Nellwyn had always admired weapons, especially small, easily concealed ones. Of course, if bought, this knife would go to Lythero. After all, she did already have a knife she liked quite well. It had been the treasure amongst the junk that a fearful weapons dealer had shown her. It wasn't quite as well crafted as the one she now held in her paws, but it was useful and slightly enchanted.
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 25, 2011 22:16:09 GMT -5
"He's not willing to sell it," The hybrid gave a small shrug. "I can't blame him, it's probably one of the only useful things here. It certainly got me to come back to this little hole in the ground."
The man's eyes wandered down back to the glass case and the various contents. All of which seemed rather important and far more interesting without the glass to protect them. His ears were twitching for any sounds of life other than theirs, and there didn't seem to be anyone in the immediate area that posed a threat. Picking up the diary he curious flipped through the pages. It seemed authentic...
"Since it's oddly quiet would you be willing to raid the back room with me Nellwyn?" He asked as he simply dropped the book back in the case, dust from the pages floating up after the loud thunk. "Perhaps the owner of the store died under a pile of junk and we could raid his store without issue?"
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Post by Lucca on May 31, 2011 8:18:02 GMT -5
Nellwyn made a small growling, impatient sound at that answer. Not willing to sell it, huh? She supposed she couldn't blame him either, though an antique store that showed off its rarest and most valuable items tauntingly while refusing to part with them certainly seemed boorish. Gently, Nellwyn set the knife back in the glass case, a bit reluctant as the comfortable weight left her paw. Eyes gleaming, she shifted her gaze to Lythero.
"Worth a look," she purred, fangs flashing as she smiled. "If we run into him, we can simply say we were trying to find him and purchase the items in question." It wouldn't precisely be a lie, after all. Fluffy tail swishing, she inclined her head in a mock bow to the other Tulgey, waiting for him to lead the way. He was the one who had been to this little place before, after all. And perhaps she could pick up something nice, or something pretty to appease her sentimental half. Wouldn't Scrooge wonder at that one? Perhaps even envy it, if it were gold.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 1, 2011 16:58:06 GMT -5
Lythero lead the way into the back room. The owner had brought him back here to show him some of the high quality antiques that were for sale but not on display. None of them had been quite a stunning as the knife, though he did have a few interesting metal works from the Wood. Broaches and jewelry from the era was displayed in a case near the back room door, a variety of cases open and closed were scattered about the room. Books were covered it various protective coverings, the work desk had a special Corvie light for restoring books, along with a magnifying glass and various ink wells.
There was no sign of the owner still. The mix breed eyed the stairs. Perhaps the man was having lunch upstairs or something? He pulled something that looked fragile off the shelf. It was quite clear that he was tempted to break it to grab the owner's attention but it was far from fool proof.
While he was debating on dropping the ceramic statue, the back door opened, and a tall canine Highlander with thick glasses and a scarf entered the building. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said immediately upon seeing the pair in the back room. "I didn't put the closed sign up did I? What can I do for you today?"
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Post by Lucca on Jun 2, 2011 8:55:35 GMT -5
Before following, Nellwyn made sure to set the lid of the glass case in its proper position and put the keys back where she found them. No sense in not being tidy about things in case they needed to evade suspicion. She picked her way over the various junk toward the back of the store, tail waving lazily in the air. She paused at the jewelry, looking it over with a practiced eye.
Broaches, well, she could always wear one when she got her Biped form and could wear clothes a bit more practically. And though most of them were silver there was a gold one, set with a large ruby that glistened dully even in the low light. She moved closer to it, still watching Lythero out of the corner of her eye, feeling part of her entranced by the thing. Pretty things were her 'better half's' weakness, and Nellwyn used this advantage over herself sometimes.
Of course, before she could actually touch the thing, her fluffy ears twitched as she heard the door open and she went still, slowly turning to face the Card who entered. Her entire expression and demeanor suddenly changed as Mrs. White assumed control over this social situation. There'd been enough messes to be cleaned up today without making one in here. "Oh, there you are! We were just looking for you and admiring your rather lovely collection of items." And thinking of which ones we could sneak away with. What kept this clown? And that was why, Mrs. White thought, she'd wanted to handle this situation. Nellwyn wasn't capable of being polite. I can be plenty polite...when it benefits me.
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