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 Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 8:30 am
Tryan's smile disappeared at the scent and sight of Dragonbait's blood, as small amount as it is. He fidgeted, looking down at the drop then at the man's hand, but he doesn't see anything to be worried about. Looking back down at the floor, he cleaned the spot with the fur on the side of his hand-paw. He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about 'Bait's assessment of him - it could be a good thing, or a very bad thing, and it reminded him that he was pretending to be as stupid as stupid comes, though, obviously, he wasn't doing a good job.
He glanced sideways at the now un-injured hand, a bit confused about what he was seeing, but was easily distracted by the bread. He hesitated a moment, but then took the bread, careful not to bite 'Bait in the process, and swallowed it whole.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 8:48 am
eek Wait, what are you --
*'Bait produces one of his innumerable black handkerchiefs and wets it slightly before dropping to one knee before Tryan and reaching for the boy's man's thing's being's hand.* Give me your hand ... I'd have cleaned that up in a second, no need for you to dirty yourself.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 9:44 am
Startled by 'Bait's sudden action, he paused to look at him. He twitched, and a low warning growl started in the back of his throat, when 'Bait's hand came too close, but he didn't pull away. His fingers were too short, roughly caloused underneath, and ended in something that was more like a dull talon than a nail. His thumb, though it must have been oposable in order to cary things the way he did when he'd first arrived, was aligned with the rest of his fingers, making his hands appear awkwardly broad.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 10:23 am
Oh, don't bother growling at me, bub. You ripping out my throat is not something I'm going to fear.
*Still, even 'Bait isn't so stupid as to snatch up the hand of something that's growling like that. But he is stupid enough to proceed with his plan, so he dabs at the partly-dried blood with his cloth, scratching lightly at Tryan's fur with a fingernail until the hand is (comparatively) clean.*
See? Not so bad, was it? *He moves back, reaching for another piece of biscuit and breaking it in two.* Here; peace offering.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 1:54 pm
Tryan glared at his companion, What is that supposed to mean? he thought forcefully, only half wishing 'Bait could hear and understand. All the same, he backed down.
He snorted in response to 'Bait's comment when he was done, but accepted the biscuit the same as before.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 2:01 pm
OOC: Your character is just determined to be unfriendly, isn't he? And I've no idea where to go with this. sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 8:24 pm
OOC: XD lol, not necessarily. It's fine, if you want to just be done with this and wander off (or Tryan can wander off), we can move on to tomorrow or something... I have more plot bunnies to use 3nodding xp
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 9:58 am
Tryan began the next day the same as the one before - sitting in the middle of the hall, watching whatever might be going on. By breakfast time, he was stalking moogles across the room as they entered, which understandably had them quite upset. By mid morning, he was following one around, sniffing at it like it might be good to eat.
[EDIT]
And if anyone were there to witness his activity at the present time, they would find him cheerfully trotting along behind a moogle, poking and proding it and generally harassing it as it scurried around in an attempt to lose him. The site generally resembled a cat playing with a mouse or bird, though he had no intention of actually harming the creature. He suspected the residents here would be very angry with him if he damaged one of these weird little flying, rodent-things.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 9:09 am
(( lol! I so wanna play with a moogle too! ))
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 11:10 am
OOC: XD You're silly - it might be fun, but it might not - I don't know what a Moogle is capable of, but I hear they can be pretty powerful magic-users. Tryan might be getting himself into some trouble.
BIC:
Tryan gave it a rest for some time during the day - but by lunch time, he had become bored again and started looking for something to do. It took almost no time at all for him to decide a good game of tag was in order. The only problem being that the Moogles, apparently, didn't fully understand the game - but he didn't mind. It was more fun to chase than be chased anyway.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:21 pm
Ontaros comes racing into the main hall, jumping onto and off of the backs of various pieces of furniture to move quicker through the room. He had a plan, but he just had to get through the tricky part first, once he could break line of sight he should be able to avoid her... hopefully.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:36 am
*Several minutes later, the man known as Dragonbait enters the room ... and wonders at the now-upended furniture before flipping up one couch to reveal a traumatized moogle.* Has Ron Bruise come to join us up here?
"If he has, I'm moving to my sister's place in Aekea!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:11 pm
Sere walks into the main hall to find a disaster. She uprights a chair and rests in it, mildly noticing a blonde questioning human. Closing her eyes, she dismisses the scene and waits for the herbs to finish their effect. Her ears were no longer ringing and the throb had mildly subsided. She sighed as she got comfy trying to rid her thoughts about what just passed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:50 pm
*'Bait blinks, trying unsuccessfully to remember if he's met this individual. For whatever reason, he can't recall; she looks familiar, but he can't pinpoint it. Then again, he's not gotten much sleep lately. So he bluffs.*
I don't suppose you have any idea what happened in here, do you?
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:49 pm
Sere lazily opens one eye to look at the man addressing her "I have no clue...." She sits up as to not be rude and eyes the man. "I take it your unaware as well..." As she speaks her stomach growls. She could still taste the pheasant from the previous night...and the Murvior...it was haunting her. She stood up "If you'll excuse me I'm in need of food." She smiles, nods, then exits to the door.
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