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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 3, 2011 19:38:36 GMT -5
Lythero was still debating on dropping the statue even as the man returned. He seemed just as absent minded as ever, and he honestly deserved to lose something expensive. The Queen however lightly placed the ceramic figure down as Nellwyn managed to speak so kindly for the pair of them.
"Yes. You should remember me from a few days ago. I was admiring that Tulgey knife of yours," He gave the man a smile that was a bit to wide to be anything polite. "I wanted to see if you would open a few display cases for me and my friend to browse at."
The Highlander smile a bit when the feline addressed him. But he seemed to slowly realize that he was in a room with two cards from the Wood. His discomfort grew quite clearly when Lythero suddenly addressed him. It seemed to take quite a bit to keep his fur smoothed down.
"Yes, I see. I really do apologize, please forgive me. I had to run and get something, it might actually be something of interest if you are looking for artifacts from the Wood," he waved a small package that had been tucked under his arm.
He unwrapped the package hastily, which happened to be a case that was holding a few more intricate pieces of jewelry. He offered to show them to bot the cat and the hybrid with a cheerful smile.
Lythero looked terribly unimpressed.
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Post by Lucca on Jun 5, 2011 9:24:46 GMT -5
Mrs. White was having trouble keeping control over her darker side with Lythero standing right next to her. It was obvious he wasn't too fond of this man. Can we just mess with him a little? Not kill him, just...a bit of pain. It might help him jog his memory. He even looks properly scared! Mrs. White shook her head in an absent motion, as if dislodging a fly from her ear. No. Not yet, at least. The man was showing himself to be a bit flighty, but not so annoying as all that yet.
The Tulgey Feline looked expectantly at the man, and as he opened the package...jewelry? A slight spark of interest flashed in the Feline's eyes. "And these are from the Wood? Do you know who made them?" It might be hard to tell for Lythero if she was truly interested or just feigning it, but she padded a little closer to the shopkeep, tail swaying, to get a closer look at the craftsmanship. From the Wood or not, if they were from one of the worse jewelers they weren't worth a second glance.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 6, 2011 17:07:00 GMT -5
"Yes, they are from the Wood Ma'am. They were from a private collection that was recently acquired by a Highlander. The Tulgey uses the pen name "Wind" on all of their works." The shopkeeper picked one of the broaches up between his nails and offered it to the Tulgey feline. It was a small flower made out of silver with a bright red jewel in the center of it. It was clearly a time consuming work.
Lythero had edged closer to inspect the jewelry, though he was still trying to look disinterested he was mildly impressed. An idea popped into his head as well. They could have a little fun here, not like the little pansy Highlander would tell anyone what happened here. And then he could pay the man periodic reminders at random. Even if he told the authorities, they would never be able to predict when he would show up.
"Do you see anything you like?" He asked the feline with a soft smile.
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Post by Lucca on Jun 7, 2011 10:20:09 GMT -5
A private collection? Yes, that did sound like something a silly Highlander would waste their time and money on. If Mrs. White got jewelry, she would actually wear it and show it off, not let it gather dust behind a glass case! She had, so far, one necklace that her sometime-boyfriend had bought her, and she wore it at least once a week when she went out. If she had a brooch, she could wear it on duty, just to see McDuck squirm a bit. She smiled at the thought, ignoring her darker side's musings that the pin of a brooch could be a creative weapon in a pinch.
Mrs. White took the brooch gently, holding it up to the dim light to watch it play over the surface. Her fluffy ear twitched at Lythero's words. A moment ago he'd seemed dismissive. Did he have something in mind or was he just trying to please her? Either way, it made a subtler smile curl the edges of her mouth. "I do rather like this one," she said, indicating the brooch in her paw and casually arching her shoulders a bit. It wasn't gold, no, but the red on it was quite beautiful, and she didn't care much for gold anyway.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 13, 2011 17:45:44 GMT -5
Lythero's smile grew wider, twisting into something sinister. "Then it's yours," he said as he walked closer to the Highlander.
The shopkeepr's fur stood on end for a brief moment as the man put himself between him and the broach. "If you would like to pay for it s--" he stopped when he noticed the man's face, and his incredibly sharp talons.
Lythero ran a talon under the man's chin, lightly, he drew a bit of blood when he paused to press on the man's throat. "I have one of two options. I let you live in fear for the rest of your life, or I kill you now. It depends on what you say about the broach, and if my Lady friend is feeling kind."
Horror was the only recognizable emotion on the man's face. "Please take the broach. I'd be more than happy to wrap up for you."
"Should we let him live?"
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Post by Lucca on Jun 15, 2011 9:22:52 GMT -5
Mrs. White caught the sinister smile out of the corner of her eyes, and it made her shiver. Before she could say anything, Nellwyn took over again, and her grin turned predatory as she gave into her darker nature. She reached out a paw for the brooch, having some idea of what Lythero was about to do. The force behind his words stirred something inside the Feline, and she moved a bit closer to him, smiling in a decidedly wicked way at the shopkeeper who was at their mercy.
"Hmmmmmm," she said, drawing the sound out for a long, long moment and slipping a tiny purr into the words. She eyed the man's terrified face, then sent a quick glance up to Lythero, weighing the options. Normally she'd just say to kill him, no question, but...he was very compliant. "He seems obedient enough," she began, still taking her time about the verdict. "But..." Her claws came out and dug slightly into the floor of the shop. "We don't want him to forget this day, do we? Perhaps a mark of some sort? Or a maiming, though that's a little gauche. What do you think, dear?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 15, 2011 17:04:40 GMT -5
Lythero couldn't help but love the woman. She always knew exactly what to say to make him cheerful. "Now leaving him with a mark would be a fantastic idea," he said as he lightly pressed on the man's throat with his talon. "Where should we leave one? Some place that he can't hide, I think."
The pretty little Highlander's face would be perfect. He grabbed the man by the snout and pulled him downwards. There was only slight protest from the Highlander, that was promptly corrected when the hybrid kneed him in the stomach.
"Now, My lovely Lady, I think you should do the honor. You have far better aesthetic sense than I do when it comes to a delicate task like this one," Lythero said with a small smile as he held the man in place quite firmly.
The Highlander's eyes were wide and water as he tried to formulate a way to escape. There was none without a good chance that he would lose something more important than jewelry. A choked whimper bubbled up from the man's throat.
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Post by Lucca on Jun 18, 2011 14:47:38 GMT -5
Oh, how Nellwyn had been hoping to hear those words. She forced down all protests of her 'nicer' side, preventing the maid from rising to the top again. It wasn't hard. It never really was, once the proper part of her was in control. She shot Lythero a truly wicked grin, tail curling up in a show of pleasure. For this was, truly, going to be a pleasure.
There was no point in something like this if it wasn't at least a little fun. "Of course," she purred in a smooth voice, moving until she was but a hair's breadth away from the terrified shopkeep's face. "Now, just relax! This might be your only opportunity to do something like this." The Feline trailed one claw in a slow, almost gentle, way over the Card's face, tracing his jawline. This had to be perfect...the terrified look in his eyes, the slight flinch he couldn't control...
Her claws came out further, and her paw hovered inches from his face. She held that position for a long moment, unnaturally still. Then, without warning, she slashed. Raking her claws across the side of his face. And again. In the end, it would form the approximation of a mark that the history books feared to print. A symbol that had long stood for war and the Tulgey Wood. It stood out in hot red against the Highlander's pale fur.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 20, 2011 12:32:02 GMT -5
Lythero made sure that the blasted Highlander stayed still. Though of course he couldn't prevent the man from shaking like leaf in terror as the cat hovered her claws over him. It was a delightful sight, and feeling the man try to wriggle out off his vice grip just made things all the more fun.
As soon her claws dug into the Highlander's face he let out a terrified yelp of pain.The light squeeze to his throat was enough warning to shut him up. He had surprising self control for a Highlander. Perhaps it was the pride?
When the dead was done, Lythero let go of the Highlander who crumpled to the floor, clutching his face and crying. The hybrid's face twitched into a wicked smile as he studied the mark that the feline had made. "Perfect, you really do make the best choices when it comes to aesthetic. It will scar quite nicely."
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Post by Lucca on Jun 28, 2011 9:56:59 GMT -5
Nellwyn was almost sorry that Lythero had shut the man up. He did scream so prettily. The sound like music to her ears. His weeping was lovely, as well, the perfect show of pain. Pain, she found, tended to be the great equalizer. No matter how much pride one had, no matter how strong they were, put them in enough pain and they'd scream and cry and weep and beg. It brought her deep satisfaction on a level nothing else quite could. But then, she'd always been a sadist.
Nellwyn arched lazily, stretching, watching her recent victim out of the corner of her eyes. She turned to face Lythero fully, her posture relaxed. "Thank you, Lythero. I draw my inspiration from the best," she purred, and then she turned to claim her new brooch. She didn't feel the tingle of any magic when she ran a pawpad gently over its surface, but that was all right. It was a lovely piece, and it would remind her of this even lovlier day.
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