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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 11:59 am
Money? Money wasn’t a problem with Melchizedek. Then again, he never really asked for much, but still...money had never been a problem, and he assumed it never would be. As far as he could tell, anything he wanted but didn’t want to pay for was his anyways, and taking it wasn’t a big deal. Sometimes, well...sometimes you had to make sure you didn’t get caught, but other than that...
“Well if that’s th’thing,” he began, but then Casia shouted about him bleeding and shoved a pink handkerchief in his face. Sneezing and sputtering, the catboy jerked away and produced his own, much less pink, hanky from his sleeve and pressed it to the tip of his nose. “Meh,” he said in response to Casia’s concern. She looked so cute and nervous, and he had to actually force himself not to smile. “It’ll stop ‘n’a second, an’ it won’ matter after that.” Pulling the handkerchief back to inspect it, he shrugged and dabbed his nose once more.
“So th’little blue ‘un’s the problem, then?” he asked, flashing Casia a vibrant smile and wandering over to the quails. Glancing at the price, his tail actually fluffed in surprise. “Oy, that’s theft, that is! Might as well toss over the grapples and board ye f’r’that price! Extortion, that’s what it is!”
He had heard the speech before, from Hawkiss, and was parroting it more or less word for word. Seventy-five dollars for a quail? Preposterous!
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:50 am
Casia nodded furiously in agreement, trying to think of something to say. Melchy always knew such big, extravagant words like 'extortion' and 'grapples'. "It's practically arson!" she threw in, having no idea what that meant, of course. The siren gave an angry little huff and folded her arms, glaring at the cage... before flopping to her knees and fawning over the quail once more.
"But he's so cute and little, and- oh! Look at how that little feather bobs up and down on his head, that's so adorable!" she chirped, lacing her fingers together. "Quails can't fly, but I think they run really fast! Oh, that'd be so cute to have him run around the house!" She gave a squeal of delight, hitting a note that was two notes off from shattering glass.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 10:27 am
Melchy, mouth engaged but brain falling sadly behind, nearly let the words, ‘Nah, arson’s when you’n a buncha yer mates get t’gether an’ burn a house down,’ but he realized last-second what he was about to do and shut his mouth with a faint pop. Tilting his head, he put his ears back and thought about the situation and what he was going to do with it. Obviously, Casia really wanted that little bird. And obviously, that little bird was extremely expensive.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm....
...Melchy was a pirate. He knew exactly how to react in a situation like this. In fact, he was perfectly trained and equipped to deal with this situation—and had the sticky fingers necessary to execute it neatly. But somehow, he didn’t think that pretty, neat, polite Casia would be as happy with him as he would be if the quail were simply to......walk out of the shop with him. Walking nonchalantly over to the birds—you never acted as if you were guilty; that made people think you were—he looked carefully at the little blue one and then tilted his head, looking around at the security measures the shop took.
Not many. There were only a few employees, and since these birds didn’t fly, they were only in a pen. “Come on,” he said under his breath, the words coming out in what could have been a purr. It was too easy. The shop was practically asking for it.
Then he heard the bell ring and a telltale voice ring out—though more softly than it usually did. “Melchizedek, Casia! Time to get goin’!”
“Ah drat,” he said, and then looked at Casia. “Bet yer mum’s up there with Cap’n as well. I’ll be righ’ there—can’t let Cap’n see me with m’neb all bloody.” And he re-extracted the handkerchief and rubbed at his nose again, making a big show of squinting at it.
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