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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 12:49 pm
That afternoon, a parcel, wrapped in brown paper, is left outside your duplex door. However, in easy reach of the goat still tethered there, she has begun to nibble at the wrappings.
By the time you find it, she's torn off most of the paper, and even eaten some of the cardboard of the box itself.
Inside the box, is a standard casette player.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 3:56 pm
((IC, Parcel is delivered during this RP, and not yet noticed!)) Insulting a seemingly omniscient man behind his back can be quite hard. It's a good thing Sabin can take it lightly. After Gaius had slipped away in somewhat of a hurry, F had returned to his duplex with a tired yawn. He clutched his stomach as it complained loudly about the lack of sustenance and shuffled his way over to the intercom. F held his finger on the '0' key for a moment before slumping against the wall to wait for an answer. At the equally tired sounding lab tech's eventual response, F clicked his tongue lightly. "Can I speak t' someone about getting some blood?" he requested plainly. "And not vat French bloke, please. You know vuh one- Kind of gay." he explained, a blunt kind of sincerity to his voice. Sabin's name had apparently slipped F's mind. That, or he just felt the need to indirectly insult the man.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 4:02 pm
Sabin, as it so turns out, was the lucky one on one of his now rare stints of moniter duty. But seeing as how there were many chages in the air - particularly two of his personal projects - Gaius and Sayuri, he didn't mind in the least.
Sabin had hit connect at the incoming call, curious to see what F might say in response to his earlier 'gift', but before he had the chance to give any sort of greeting sphiel he was cut off by F's rather... colorful description.
"Kind of gay?" Came a mildly irritated, French-accented voice back through the receiver.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 4:09 pm
"Arhwhat? I-" F began, and finished with an eloquent "Gnuh." as an exclamation of a quick defeat.
"Obviously I meant, er.." He couldn't currently think of a less offending substitute for 'gay'. "..Well, G'day!" he flip-flopped cheerfully.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 4:18 pm
Sabin pursued his lips. Despite the mild insult, the conversation was already amusing, if for the single fact that it left F rather off guard.
He focused in on the camera in F's room, and reclined a bit in his chair, smirking and laced his fingers.
"Yes... well, perhaps not the most adept of saves, I suppose. In the future I might advise being familiar with whom you are speaking with before making such... assumptive comments." He chided, trying to keep a straight face.
"Now... what's this about blood? Did my previous delivery not... see to your needs?" He couldn't keep a note of mirth from his voice with this statement, however.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 4:30 pm
"Uhuh." F mumbled, nodding slowly like a scolded child, taking a great deal of effort to force any kind verbal retaliation back down his throat.
"Well.." he began. "It's not vat I don't appreciate vuh effort you must 'ave gone through to get vat monster.. Or vuh humour, or anything." A smile found it's way freely onto his own face.
"It's just, as you prob'ly know I 'aven't been able to get to vat nice juicy.. goat-blood." F explained slowly, and found himself salivating as he spoke.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 4:33 pm
"And here I thought that I was doing you a favor. Blood, guarenteed fresh... has it really been that tricky to get her to behave for you? Bah, kids these days." Sabin rambled.
"You know," He said with an informative tone, "There is a tribe of African warriors, the Masai. They live almost entirely off of the milk and blood from the cattle they keep. Pierce their necks with a sharp tool and bleed them. Keeps the cow alive and supplying them blood and milk for years per cow... But if that's too complicated for you..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 4:42 pm
"Well vese Mesay must 'ave friendlier goats van ve arse outside my door. Its a bloody lunatic." F announced bluntly. "I swear, it's in me head." he urged.
"If I didn' know you better.." he began after a slight pause. "I'd begin to wonder whether you'd tampered wiv its brains or somefink." F said slowly with a half-grin, giving the face-less intercom a suspicious eye.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 4:51 pm
To this, Sabin outright laughed. "I'll share a little bit of personal information with you, F. When I was a boy, my parents had goats. They can be ornery. Your little lady's attitude is hardly atypical for the species. But no, she's untampered with. At least according to my records."
Sabin tapped a finger to his chin. "Though I admit I am curious as to whether the individual in duplex 23 might have any better luck coaxing her to behaving.."
"But~! You've not had any luck with her yet. You're welcome to keep her, for future... attempts or what not. Just keep her fed and watered. But in the meantime, maybe you had something a bit different in mind, yes?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 4:57 pm
"Farmer-boy, eh?" F couldn't help grinning stupidly.
It was, of course, entirely likely that F had simply got it in his head that the goat had some kind of vendetta against him. It probably wasn't too unusual for any animal to object to being stabbed with a needle by anyone.
"Why?" F immediately questioned at Sabin's hint towards the island's other goatly occupant. "Who's in 23?" he frowned slightly.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 5:02 pm
"Yes, well... we can't all have illustrious upbringings as the man in charge, I suppose." Sabin mused.
"And you'll just have to go see for yourself, now, Mr. Bochinsky. But ... from what I've seen I think that he might have a way with such animals."
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 5:12 pm
"Well ven, I will do." he assured the metal intercom with a nod. "What I did manage to get out of dear Gurty and.. off my jeans was top notch, after all." F's flea-like tongue protruded from behind his mouth-bristles slightly.
"For now vough, I don't know, isn't vere anyfing easier?" his head tilted. "I'm sure bloodpacks would do fine, if not quite as delicious as fresh goat blood." F couldn't help giving a hungry grin.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 5:16 pm
He was always at least entertaining to chat with, Sabin thought to himself.
"You know what they say, Fidatof... give a man a fish, he eats for a day... teach a man to fish he eats for a lifetime." He let that hang for a moment.
"But... I'll see about getting you a few, but you really ought to learn how to "bleed" your friend out there."
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 5:37 pm
F simply blurted an unaffected "Okay." at Sabin's statement, still quite sure the doctor didn't understand just how difficult that animal could be.
"Well, cheers." he said with a merry grin at hearing he'd finally get some real blood. "I am.. quite hungry 'ere."
Of course, F was entirely unaware of the man with similar dietary requirements literally starving just outside the village.
"I'm sure it'd be easier if I 'ad vuh proper equipment, huh?" F pondered a flea's method of blood extraction, and realised he'd suddenly found himself at least partially looking forward to the changes to come. All for a bit of blood?
Well.. It was very nice. F grinned to himself as he reminded himself of this fact.
"Er.. Until ven, if I do 'ave to mess around wiv needles and crap to drain vis ruddy goat, per'aps you could give me some pointers? You Are ve expert, aren't ya?"
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 5:42 pm
"Can't say I've ever had to personally bleed a goat, but I'd suggest a single point at the jugular - that's how the Masai do it, at least. and care to it after wards. Though I am certian that proper equipment will come to you in time." Sabin said with an all too cheery note of optimism.
"So best of luck, Mr. Bochinsky. I'll see about a delivery."
And with that, he severed the connection.
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