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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:30 pm
A large mansion with expansive grounds in an ideally removed part of town that is... falling apart, to say the least. Kids posit that a witch lives in it, even adults try to avoid the place. It's like a haunted mansion without the glamour.
Ideal for criminal activity - because everyone's suspicious of it already. So it's kind of like hiding in plain view.
Currently the abode of Blind Man's Bluff, composed of Darcy Rue, Morrigan Cassidy and Sa'di ibn Khalil. They've cleaned up most of the rooms and gotten Darcy to stabilize most of said rooms they'll be using to make sure no one falls through the floorboards, but you really never know what's going to fall apart next in this place...
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 4:10 pm
One nice thing - well, it was sort of mixed - was that he didn't have to feel bad about bringing Zaher out to the place. Because sure, it was big and spacious and stuff but that was because some of the walls had caved in. But it was... uh... homey? If you squinted and looked in the other direction, maybe. ...Enh.
Home was where you made it, regardless of where your heart was - and this was where Blind Man's Bluff had settled on for home. ...Enh.
No need to dwell on anything so dreary, though - he was having a hell of a time already with Zaher, and it was plenty distracting - not in the bad way either! Amazing how much terrible language came pouring out of that pretty little mouth. Apparently the angel didn't care much for chivalry, pity, or any derivation as such. "Just a little longer~" he promised his new charge, carrying the boy close to his body and practically skipping up the steps to the mansion door.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 4:39 pm
"You NEED to put me down," Zaher lashed out, flailing one little fist to clock the other upside the head -- not hard enough to do damage, however. Really, though -- he'd cursed the other's mother, father, great-uncle, and siblings he never even had. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. "WHY do you insist upon carrying me?!" His wings were wildly fluffed, and he glared at the other fiercely -- although it was a bit less impressive, considering his blind eyes were staring only vaguely in the direction of the other, as he squirmed in the other's grip. "Damn it!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 4:55 pm
"My legs are longer~" Cassidy sang, not bothering to rise to any insults whatsoever, "Trust me on that one~" If Zaher wanted to talk dirty about his family, so be it - some of the insults were fairly entertaining, creative in ways that made him all warm and fuzzy, but never anything that made him bristle. It took more than words for a man of talk, one aware of their inherently empty nature, to feel threatened or offended by them.
Funny how people let words hold so much power over them. Cassidy really didn't get that. "Almost there, no worries~"
What the hell was Cassidy doing? Forcibly kidnapping someone by the sound of it, and as usual doing a muck-up job of it to boot. There was a reason Sa'di got all twitchy when the squirrel started to get creative on the job.
Darcy didn't want to know. He was convinced beyond all reason that he didn't want to know. But from his perch at the window it... didn't look as though their errant faceman had any intention of doing as the angel wished. Bloody beautiful.
The cat slunk over to open the old wooden door with the traditional heavy creaking of the floorboards beneath, before Cassidy did something stupid like kick it and subsequently break it (which was going to happen eventually, he knew it - but he'd rather fix it later than sooner). "What're you doing?" he muttered snappishly, staring harshly at Cassidy and not really registering the state of the angel, other than that the boy was... well. Being carried. And he had wings. Whatever.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 10:36 pm
"He is carrying me," Zaher bit out waspishly, "and I have told him enough times to put me down that the words have ceased to mean anything!" He laid about the other's head and neck with one small, fairly weak fist. "And who are you?!" The poor angel was feeling more than a little overwhelmed, trying to glare in the other's direction and subsequently just going limp in Cassidy's arms. Too much effort, too much energy, and he was damned-near spent. He even panted slightly, like a tired cat -- his tanned cheeks were flushed with the effort he'd expended, and he muttered annoyedly.
"I'm so confused," he sighed mournfully -- but that overwhelming sadness didn't furrow his brow. Zaher had taken the other's words about wrinkling his face up seriously.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 10:51 pm
"Carrying," Cassidy declared cheerfully, though he went from entertained to mother hen in the instant he felt the struggles turn into something other, something spent and near trembling - exhaustion? ....uh oh. Oops >>
"Sounds more like killing him," the cat muttered in typical unfriendly tones, peering curiously towards the angel now and registering... blank eyes that stared in directions just a little too far to the right and left. Hunh.
"What's he done to you?" he asked then, not bothering to address his colleague any longer - motivated not by any particular concern for the other boy, but more by a need to have a reason for Cassidy to be at some major fault.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 11:19 pm
"Nothing too terribly bad," muttered Zaher, "and he did save me from crying my eyes into an even worse state than before." He shifted slightly. Really, the other's hold was not a terrible place to be; a featherbed it was not, but then again, featherbeds didn't stop you from crying and give you shelter. Priorities. "And he said he had a place for me to stay -- since I just... er. Blew in." Literally. And why couldn't his ears place where the other was standing properly?
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 11:39 pm
Yes, he had rescued Zaher. Maybe given him a little bit of a harder time than he should've with the carrying - for Cassidy now suffered a mild anxiety over that - but still, now the angel had some place to stay! Better than let him wander about and fall into all sorts of unseemly hands--
Which... okay, theoretically he had. What with the whole... uh... criminal operations thing... But there were worst fellows to be in cahoots with, you know? >>
"Shoo shoo, Rue," the squirrel rhymed, side-stepping the much smaller cat and easing into the house with the intention of finding a nice, comfy bed for his new, distressed charge - probably his own, the other two weren't as partial to quite as plush comfort.
Darcy glared but let them pass, the followed close on their heels - not that it would be so discernible by sound alone, his footsteps and movements were generally far, far quieter than his colleague's. "How compassionate of him," he murmured, not really managing to conceal his skepticism of Cassidy's competence. "You really didn't have anyone better to stay with?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 11:53 pm
"No," said Zaher, blowing a strand of his white hair from his face where it had been tickling his nose, and sighing. His small body nestled slightly. "I... well, I just blew in. Literally... it can be a bad thing," he said in a slightly annoyed tone, "to have wings in a wild storm." The aforementioned appendages, which had been quiescent, fluffed slightly, like a perturbed bird-thing.
His ears were sharp, but he was unnerved by the sounds of the very faint footfalls, some so light he could hardly hear them at all. It drove Zaher to shift slightly, taking refuge against his protector despite his waspish words. "They catch the wind..." he continued, less bracingly. Then, he paused, hearing the dubiousness in the new person's tone. "... but if I'm really unwelcome..." The biting tone turned slightly crestfallen, and Zaher bit his lower lip, curling in slightly on himself. Must not make... THAT face. Must not pout.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 9:51 am
Oh goody, it was distressed. Not only that, it didn't look like it was going anywhere but into Cassidy's bedroom - which Darcy wouldn't mind so much but for that little nagging concept of keeping on the down-low when one's job generally put one in jail. But before he could work up a properly acidic comment intent on convincing the angel that not only wasn't he welcome, he wasn't welcome with his own best interests at heart, Cassidy cut in.
"No, no - of course you're welcome!" the squirrel protested, even leaning down to comfortingly nuzzle the tender nook at the base of one of Zaher's headwings. "Don't let Rue get under your skin, he just has intimacy issues," a comment with which he deigned to grin widely, innocently at the now simmering kitten. "Also thoroughly uncharitable. Likes bullying orphans for their lunch money. But you're safe when you're with me, I'm much bigger than he is~" He wanted to keep the talk light and harmless, steer the little angel away from that shivering and trembles stress brought forth - at least 'til he was ready to deal with it.
Some day, Cassidy, there will be a claymore under your bed. And then there will be fire. Lots and lots of fire.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 1:51 pm
A shiver -- but a good one -- slid down Zaher's spine at the attention to the sensitive feathery bit. "I suppose, then," said Zaher, trying to regain his composure as he muttered, "that I'll just have to stick close to you..." He sighed a little. Cassidy seemed kind -- that was no debate. The debate was whether or not he'd stay kind. Zaher had always been independent, when he could see -- and now, devoid of that singularly important sense, his eyesight, the poor angel was now almost frightened to move. It was a relief to be near Cassidy -- but how would he react to having to help Zaher until he learnt to carry himself more?
The little angel bit his lip. So many questions! Drat and bebother it all, he'd rather he'd almost have died in Rislan!
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 3:38 pm
He'd be purring now, if he was a cat - one of those lovely warm things, that weren't so much vibrations as sensations. Cassidy rather liked this feeling - it was new, a little exciting. Taking care of someone, especially someone so in need of help. It appealed to his romanticism.
Darcy was, however, right to fear Cassidy's dedication, as that was both a fluid and capricious thing, which was not cruel intentionally, but the potential of neglect...
Now, however, he was fully interested and captivated by his charge and barely even noticed Darcy following them all the way to his room - unsurprising given his preoccupation, that he was humming and that Darcy was walking with those typically silent movements. Balking in slight surprise when they'd reached his door to blink several times at the dour-faced kitten, shifting Zaher slightly in his uncomfortableness.
"..........We have a job."
And silent padding away, not a second glance nor glare to be spared.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 7:27 pm
"... okay wait," Zaher spoke up, in puzzlement, beginning to wriggle slightly. "He followed us all the way here to tell us that?" The little angel was befuddled. So far, the only two people he'd met in this world were Cassidy -- and he seemed nice and hospitable and, well, warm (this caused a faint blush in Zaher's cheeks -- and the other, well. He was distinctly less warm. Almost frosty. But whatever the other's issues were with him, Zaher thought, he was going to cling to the warm one until that warmth ran out.
He paused. That was vaguely creepy in that way that reminded him of the nagas -- and his stomach flipped over.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 7:39 pm
"He's funny like that," Cassidy explained, a little distractedly. A job? ...How? Now? Why now? Why now indeed, his brain continued to whine. No fair, not cool!
He'd stall. That'd show 'em.
And it wasn't like he didn't know he was being immature, he was being immature on purposesothere. >>
He frowned a little when he felt the pause and... and like a little flutter of wings inside Zaher, a quickening of heartbeat. It'd be nice if he could assume it was for him, but he hadn't... you know. Done anything. Though it'd be flattering if he could do it even without trying - but the little angel had to be thinking of a hundred other more traumatizing things. Least of all Cassidy.
Carefully the squirrel maneuvered his way into his room, which creaked slightly less than the others' (he'd been quick to claim the best in the house for himself) and had a rather nice bed that even had a frame in the center. He sat the angel down on it then, head tilting to the side, "So.. uh... do you want me to describe the room? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Tired? Something else?" Questions salted down like some people eat their salt on salt. (ahahahaha - I'm tired)
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 8:05 pm
"All of the above," said Zaher, his soft voice faintly weary. The moment he was out of the other's arms, he instinctively curled up into a small ball of angel, slender legs drawn to his chest and his arms wrapping around his knees. "But I'll settle for the description, first... just in case I have to get up for something, I don't want to bump into anything and knock it down or anything..." He rested his chin on his arms and looked blindly up at the other, pale eyes wide, though slightly fretfully as he hoped he was looking in the right direction.
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