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 Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:48 am
Tryan stared at them with the same look a bird of prey might give something that it couldn't decide was best chased off, hidden from, or eaten. His demeanor changed suddenly though, his ears swiveling to the front near the end of what Silverfang was saying, and he shifted his weight to a more stable position, looking like he was prepared to sit there all day. His staff was now laying on the ground, though he kept his weight on it, holding it firmly in his possession. He considered her more closely, looking her up and down once before turning his attention to 'Bait, glaring again. After several moments of just watching, he finally moved, returning the bow with an awkward one of his own that brought his face within centimeters of the floor. The way his tail swished gave him the appearance almost of a large cat ready to pounce.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:56 am
*Within seconds, a bowl materializes near 'Bait's hand, and he takes it slowly, passing it to SilverFang.* Please, convey this to our chimeral associate. And ... you might want to draw your hand back quickly.
*These are only words. In fact, 'Bait's mind is racing. Though the newcomer doesn't speak, the staff and trinkets -- and his behavior -- indicate an understanding of formal protocols. 'Bait hates formality, but he can't deny its usefulness. He lowers himself to kneel beside SilverFang, still facing Tryan ... *
*... then, slowly and deliberately, pulls his sheathed katana from his belt and sets it on the floor, blade turned towards him to be non-threatening. But, like Tryan, he keeps his hand near it regardless. He tries to match the newcomer's mannerisms -- as much as his human form is able, at any rate -- but still be welcoming.*
*And he's not very good at it.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:05 am
>>SilverFang smiles at Tryan, not at all displeased with his response. She remains crouched and looks up at Dragonbait<< No thank you, I've already eaten. >>A pause<< actually I'll take some iced tea thank you.
>>She turns her attention back to Tryan<< Have you eaten?
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:41 am
The fur and feathers on Tryan's back begin to rise again at the sudden appearance of the bowl, as well as 'Bait's behavior, and he parts his beak slightly, threatening. In the next moment though, he relaxes again and turns his head to the side to watch the man quizzically when, of a sudden, a pulsing burst of noise like a crow or perhaps a cat with a bad case of strep fills the room. The creature's wings were beating at the air, though he clearly isn't making an attempt to fly, and his head was thrown back, his mouth open wide - revealing an alarming row of almost needle-like teeth set awkwardly in the space never intended for them. He appeared, for all the world, to be laughing... or perhaps declaring war on 'Bait's race.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:57 am
(( Sorry, missed 'Bait's second post ))
>>SilverFang starts to slide the bowl towards Tryan when she sees what 'Bait's doing. She's about to say something when he draws his sword, but he places it down so she doesn't have to. But she does have to stiffle a laugh as he tries to mimick Tryan, which Tryan doesn't do so well. Atleast the startled SilverFang thinks it's a laugh<<
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 12:53 pm
*That's either a threat or a declaration of undying love ... which would probably also be a threat. Mildly annoyed by SilverFang's obvious amusement, 'Bait arches his shoulders in the best approximation of spread wings that he can manage and tries to duplicate Tryan's vocalizations. It comes out sounding more like an amorous velociraptor in the throes of passion with a buzzsaw, but the attempt is made. When no further laughter (or whatever that was) is evident, 'Bait's free hand steals up to the table, where he touches quill and parchment again.* Four glasses of iced tea, please.
Ontaros? Would you kindly tell us about your new friend ... before I inadvertently start some kind of race riot between humans and ... whatever he is?
*The tiniest shifting of the table tells him that the tea has arrived, and he fumbles about before passing a glass to SilverFang, then extending a glass cautiously towards Tryan.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 1:03 pm
>>SilverFang takes the glass with a smile and a 'thank you' before taking this as a que to finish pushing the bowl of ground meat towards Tryan. She doesn't move quickly towards or away from their guest, but does pull back her hand after the bowl has been delivered<<
There ya go
>>She smiles and listens to see what Ont has to say about their guest<<
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 1:11 pm
The noise and commotion ends as suddenly as it started. Folding his wing back again, he watched 'Bait warily, hissing at the sudden appearance of yet more dishes, and glared at him some more. Ignoring the cup, he turned his attention back to the girl, not moving a muscle, hardly even breathing, as she pushed the bowl towards him. He watched her very closely, and slowly inches his way toward the bowl, leaving his staff behind to free up a hand, he stretches out so he can reach it without actually moving any further forward than absolutely necessary.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:39 pm
Ontaros watches everything very very carefully. He wasn't about to let Dragonbait or Silver be harmed in his castle, however, he wasnt going to let Tryan get hurt either, especially since he was directly responsible for boths introduction to danger. He crouches beside Tryan and gives him his ussual warm smile and a nod as he goes to eat and then he looks to the other two. "Well, to be honest there is a good bit I myself do not know, however what I've peiced together is this. He used to be human... what ever happened to him has caused him extreme distrust in people and it clearly wasn't his wish to be altered. Beyond that though his mind seems quite chaotic, and comunicating mentally with images is the only thing I've been able get to work. I'm going to talk with the moogles and see if something cant be sorted out for easier communications. If I'm lucky they may have something already in the wings..."
He looks back to Tryan again, and though his face wears a smile, if you look at his eyes they tell to the contrary. Something about Tryan's fate clearly was bothering him. Looking over to Dragonbait he continues. "If you wouldn't mind for the time being, I'm going to rework the parchment enchantment a little bit, magical appearance dont seem to be good for his dispossition with clearly understandable reasons. It will be a little slower but Byron will be recieving the orders and making the delivers for now. Ok?" He nods a little to affirm what was said.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 5:57 pm
Tryan delicately hooked one dull almost-claw over the edge of the bowl and dragged it towards him. Sitting back, he stared down into the dish, sniffing it doubtfully. Pausing every few seconds to look up and make sure no one was doing anything too suspicious, he continued to investigate this bowl of... stuff. Poking it once, lightly, he licked his finger with a black, cat-like tongue and narrowd his eyes at it. Picking up a small peice, he stuck it in his mouth and swollowed it whole, but frowned at the taste and texture of it. Uninterested now, he sat back at Ontaros's side, just as he had before.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 5:29 am
A mage who wants to cut down on the magic. I'll never object to that ... though later on, I'll laugh at it quite a bit.
*So, he is probably a necromancer's experiment. Something inside 'Bait wilts in sadness and sympathy, but in so doing, uncovers another part ... one that thinks creatively, if somewhat insanely.* I ... might be able to help.
*Since the ground beef is apparently of little interest to the former human, 'Bait considers that particular idea a failure. Maybe some fish next time ... but it can wait.* As a paladin, I have some small ability to heal people. And as this isn't natural, we could honestly call it an injury. I doubt I could reverse everything that's been done to him, but ... at the very least, I might ease the pain. 'Cause that can't feel good. I make no promises, but ...
*Once again, his attention is drawn to Tryan's claws.* ... I'd be willing to try.
*He pulls himself back towards linguistic matters, and his formal pose melts into a kneeling variant of Rodan's Thinker.* I know there are translator devices he could wear; heck, I own one myself. But if his mind is as chaotic as you say, they probably wouldn't help much. But I only know the basics of magical theory; I freely concede, you're the expert in that field.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 8:36 am
>>Poor Tryan. She'd probably be distrustfull of humans too if they did experements on her body. But then again, she wasn't human. She doubted it would make a difference to how much Tryan trusted her though.
She looks at 'Bait as he speaks then looks back to Tryan. She looks sad, he was in pain? She hadn't thought of it before. Poor guy, being turned into something against your will and then having to suffer all the time because of it.
She wanted to go over and give him a hug<<
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 11:17 am
*Surprisingly, 'Bait seems aware of Silver's thoughts.* If you do anything, I recommend you show him your wolf form, first. Right now, you look human, so he won't trust you any more than he trusts me.
*This gathers surprised glances from both Ontaros and SilverFang, but 'Bait ignores them. Contrary to popular belief, he's occasionally aware of the universe around him ... and Silver's obviously kind nature, plus her body language, made her thoughts easy to guess.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 11:40 am
OOC: Where is Ontaros? Come back! Come baaaack! ;p
BIC:
Tryan just sat there through all this talk, not making a sound, but not exactly staying still either. He was constantly looking around him, scanning for danger, but seeming oblivious to the conversation. It was an odd display, the creature being so alert and yet apparently inattentive except for the occasional glare in their direction.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:11 pm
Ontaros shifted a little bit and made sure that Tryan was watching him before he gently put a hand on his shoulder. With a smile and a gentle squeeze of his hand he nods in the direction of the other two. He closes his eyes and then sends Tryan a picture of the four of them. Tryan in the middle and the other three around him helping him up from all fours without his staff and gradually as the mental Tryan is lifted his form starts changing back to being human. Once the vision is done Ontaros looks to his new friend with questioning eyes and a slightly tilted head.
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