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 Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 8:53 pm
A happy chitter before he snatched nice warm juicy meat. He hadn't had anything like that in a while. He usually ate his raw or in some sort of dried up jerky form. However he came across it really. Zahara got a little purr like noise out of him before he clutched to the edge of her bowl, lapping up juice a bit, little whiskers dripping the stuff.
Did he stop to think about that before he did it? No, he didn't think anything wrong with eating out of someone else's plate. He was so used to just taking what he wanted from Sevilin's. Another happy chitter before he slunk off, only to come back a few moments later to plop on the table again.
Sevilin was soon to follow the little ferret. He often did when the creature fetched him and he was so excited about something or other. Best to route any trouble he might be getting in. Though still that miffed look at he glanced over the kitchen again before walking over to look at the stew on the stove then over to Zahara's bowl. Back and forth twice. "Please tell me you're going to eat more than just that one bowl..." They always had to waste things didn't they?
A sigh and a shake of his head. Why did Nym have to occssionaly draw attention to things that upset him? Turning from the little table scene he grabbed a rag, wet it and took to cleaning up mess. One of his quirks, he was somewhat of a neat freak.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:01 pm
"FEeling better I hope. I'm fine myself, thanks for asking." She looked up and glanced at Sevilin then shrugged, "Who knows? Probably will since everything I've done today and yesterday and all of that. That battle took a lot of out of me and I haven't eaten in a little while. A day I think." She took a few more bites and then rolled her eyes. "Why dont' you come eat? I'll clean up the mess I made later. It shouldn't take me too long after all." She blinked at Nym for a moment but let him drink from her bowl after all he was just a ferret....who slept in socks. Sev's socks...okay Zahara stop those thoughts befor eyou get grossed out. "Seriously, there's plenty and it's pretty good."
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:10 pm
She got an noise of affirmation to her feeling well question. He could be quite short worded when he wanted to be now couldn't he? "I just don't want it to go to waste is all." Cleaning kept his mind occupied too and off of food. He had two reaons for not eating.
One, who knew what she put in there, and two he had eaten two days previous...and for a long time now he had been in a habit of eating maybe once every three fours days, sometimes once a week. Though he would admit to himself he was feeling a bit like eating, what with the whole battle of earlier. "If you wait it'll just be harder to get up. And it's yours...I'll make myself something sometime." It was a non commital answer, which was a good thing in some situations.
Nym chittered and saw that look...and backed off her bowl. Aw you think I'm dirty too? The women back home used to look at me like that. I'm not, I keep myself clean thank you, I'm still wet from earlier and I keep my bed clean, and I only sleep in clean socks thanks very much. I'm not a rat after all. Chitter, scratch at ear.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:24 pm
She scooted her bowl a bit closer to Nym in an acceptance of him drinking out of it if he wished and picked up another spoonful of the stew. Shaking her head, she chewed it then said, "You can't make yourself something else another time. There's nothing else left. You're lucky I was able to throw this together, could you imagine trying to cook something else?" Another bite and she rolled her eyes, she'd been doign that a lot lately, rolling those eyes. "It can always be heated up Sev. It won't go to waste." Lloth he was worried abotu that now wasn't he? She finished her bowl adn got up to get some more then sat back down. He was quite irritable about his kitchen, or was it the fact that she was in his kitchen. Of course watching his muscles work as he scrubbed things off the floor made her mouth go dry as she watched him. Damn instincts. Go away.
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:38 pm
Malik saw both imps, reached out, and grabbed both of them by the neck and squeezed hard, lifting them up with some difficulty, seeing how injuried he was, the cleric becoming annoyed and exasperated, and just sitting down to wait at this point, though looking over at Piper with a 'you know he's going to make you' look. she knew what he ment. really, he just wanted to help.
"you. two. are...You....I'm going too...kill...both of you..."
Before he dropped them both, leanign over and placing his hand on the table to support himself, coughing and hacking up more blood, before falling back into a chair, blood trickling a bit down the side of his mouth and chin.
"Damn Dimitri. and damn imps. and damned injuries. I'll kill you both later."
The cleric only shook his head, before starting to remove the armor. his chest was indeed sunken in, several ribs broken, adn his legs looked like somethign had crawled in under the skin and moved things around. that had to be an incredible amount of pain just to walk.
Onyx shook his head lightly.
"You know it's for her. I have to try to keep at least a good look about me. and I am only voice my concerns. by the way..what exactly do you even know about healing?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:39 pm
A sniff...before he shoved his nose right back in it. That's right, clean ferret. Definately okay to let drink from your bowl and what not. If I had my own bowl I'd drink out of it, but you're is convient at the moment. A little chitter as she had gone to get another bowl, and then he took to sipping from that one.
Finally giving up, tummy a little puffy from eating so much he skittered across the table only to stare at Sev and chitter at him. Come sit down at least. I know a ferret who could use some petting. Flop on the table, chitter. Come on, look at the cuteness, need a pet.
That stopped his cleaning and he more or less chucked the rag into the sink. "You what now?" She used all the food in the place left? How very very selfish and oh so female drow of her. Now she better finish all of that or he was hurting her. Another exasperated sigh. Though he had to take another shot, eyebrow raising. "You'd eat reheated food? I'm shocked."
But a look at Nym, moving to the table and petting at the ferret who was on his back, paws in the air, wriggling happily in being pet. Though a poke at his puffy stomach. He had done the usual, stuffed himself till he was puffy. A look down the table. "Hope you can go a few days without food then...don't know when I'm going to get more in this place." Depended if he wanted to wait and get paid, go raid something, or hunt underdark critters.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:50 pm
She watched him for a moment before turning back to her stew and eating the second bowl relatively quickly though she didn't finish it all. Her stomach just wasn't big enough to handle all that food even when she was really really really hungry. "Yes, I eat reheated food. No sense in letting it go to waste, it's just as good reheated as it was when it was first made. Of course after a few days, it loses it's freshness and then it's just not as good anymore. But you know how taht works, don't you Sevilin. Or do you refuse to eat reheated food?" She stood up and carried her bowl over to the sink washing it out and cleaning it up.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 10:02 pm
A look to said exasperated cleric. Yeah yeah she knew, she would't enjoy it at all, but she'd not fuss. It was just best not to annoy him, the mean a** war monger in him was about. It was quite the beast to soothe, more so with Malvolence making thigns harder. Piper sighed again and shook her head. "A'mael...please just let it go for a while...please..." It was almost said in a begging sort of tone. She was trying not to throw a fuss over him but it was so hard. And she was holding onto the table herself to keep from moving. He always played tough guy when she showed concern. Though that look was clear in her eyes as she watched him.
Oh Lloth she just dumped what was left in that bowl. No, don't say anything about it. Your annoyance level has been reached for the day and you have a nasty letter to write to a certain Tier'dal anyway. Have to be able to think now didn't he?
"I take what I can get, I'm not picky at all about my food. Thank you very much." Scratching at Nym. "And for Lloth's sake, do you need something to wear?" Yes he found her walking around in a towel to be highly annoying like she was trying to bait him or something.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 10:08 pm
She laughed, "I'd love to see you cook something with what's left in this kitchen. I'd pay to see you eat what's left int his kitchen." Considering it was one onion, oh yeah she'd pay to see that. Watch his eyes tear up and his mouth go slack at the sour flavor. Laughter threatened to explode just thinking about it. She dried her bowl and opened the cabinet setting it back before looking at him like he was stupid. "Don't like my outfit?" she asked smirking then rolled her eyes. "You saw what I came with. I don't have any other clothes. I didn't think I'd end up here instead of Malik's so I ddin't pack a change in my bag."
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 10:17 pm
"Cooking and eating are two completely different concepts. One you do to survive. Get it straight. And quit with your damn eye rolling before I make them roll right out of your head." By Lloth she was getting damn annoying. Oh yeah she was going to be quite the expense on Malik's pockets. But with a sigh he pushed up from the table and disapearred a moment.
Only to come back with a shirt and a pair of pants, throwing the folded up articles on the table. Not his, too short to be his but at least they were clean right. They would probably still be too big on her but better than the damn towel. "There, and don't complain." And he picked Nym up off the table who was looking to make a bed out of said clothes.
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 10:27 pm
She raised an eyebrow at him and just because he said something about it rolled her eyes again. "So upset Sevilin. Battle doesnt do you any good, only upsets you more." But she picked up those clothes and headed into one of the bedrooms, dropping the towel and pulling them on. The shirt was loose, not tight like her others were and her chest was a lot freer. The pants were a bit big and she had to hold them up. She rummaged through her bag until she found a belt to hold them up. It was loose still and under the right amount of tug, they'd fall right down. But she at least was clothed though it felt strange having so much cloth on. She went back downstairs and spun to show him all sides. "Happy?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 10:33 pm
He looked none too enthused. "Most. Now clean up what's left of your mess..." And that would be the last thing he said to her as he left with ferret in his hold. Oh yeah he had things to do...like make sure Malik knew how displeased he was and to also stay up and watch his damn door all night. Drop his guard and reverie when there was a female drow in the house....doors specially locked or not. So much frustration...
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 11:44 pm
"I'm letting it go. I told them I'd kill them later."
the cleric was gentle, but that didn't stop teh painful wincing and intakes of breath followed by a smack upside the head. the cleric took those in stride. after all, it was a Tier'dal, or drow's, nature to be violent when something hurt them. the cleric did his work, and left malik alone, moving over to piper and being gentle as possible to inspect her as well, particularly her burns.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 6:43 am
She chuckled as he walked out and fixed the clothes so that her shirt was bunched up and secured with a piece of string she had right under her breasts and rolled up thos pant legs to about mid calf. That was a little bit better, she didn't like being all covered up like that, it didn't work for her. Then she got down to business and cleaned the kitchen. She didn't just clean up her mess, she scrubbed the sink, cleaned out all the cabinets and organized them and tackled the pantry. A lot of his food was bad or going to be really soon so she tossed it, then she sat down and made out a grocery list. She was goign to have decent food to cook while she was here and he'd have a good store for when she left. Muscles aching from the hard work, the kitchen sparkling, she finally climbed the stairs and fell into the bed she'd claimed as her own slipping peacefully into reverie.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 7:44 am
She shook her head and sighed in almost on exasperated way. It would of been truly if she wasn't worried. But still...she kept that worry in check though. Malik didn't like to acknowledge when something was bodily wrong, even the Kaden thing was taken lightly...well on outward apperances that's how it was, who knew what he was feeling behind all his barriers. The cleric? She didn't put up a fight about it this time, just let him do what he wanted. If she was hurting, she was supressing it really well...except for those few sharp intakes of breath before she had just decided to hold her breath till he was done.
Nym chittered as he lay there on the edge of the bed, red eyes following a pacing drow back and forth. How long had he been at this now? Two hours of grumbling, ranting, and pacing. There was no doubt that the drow was not a happy one at all and this would seemingly be the first clash of verbal swords, maybe even literal swords, between Sevilin and Malik.
Not happy indeed. He was practically seething. Thanks to Malik now he couldn't even throw himself into a reverie, too busy having to watch his damn back in the place now. In his own place, had to watch his back. As she went gallavanting about the place doing Lloth knew what. It was a disturbing train of thought.
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