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 Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:26 pm
Writ heard a rustle in the back. That would be Nuka. He didn't even need to guess why the coyote would even be back there. There was some more rustling at the door. It seemed that Nuka brought company. There were a few more guests that came for the chow.
I'll save you some later, and tell your brothers and sisters to stop waiting around the door, this place is supposed to be a secret. He thought to Nuka.
Fine.
And don't try to eat any strange snakes either! I have a friend in here.
"Well, I've been around, and that's pretty much it. Things have been pretty quiet lately. It's nice to relax." Writ took a big gulp of soup and ladled some more, "Yeah, Vale's got a thing for little girls..." Writ thought about what he said, then added, "I remember when he was taking care of Tepin when she was a kid, all protective of his 'Leetle Princess'." Writ copied the accent perfectly.
He eyed the snake, "Well, he's a new one. What's this one's name?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:07 am
Like the two of them needed a repeat of their last meeting - what a horrible thanksgiving that would be! It would be unlikely that Zyanya would let the coyote live.
"I can't say that I've ever met her. And I've only talked to Vale twice but he does seem to have a soft spot for small girls. Thankfully, it's not of the unsavory kind."
Her bowl of soup was lifted to her lips and she took a long drink from it before setting it down, leaving chunks of meat in the bottom of the bowl. "Huetzi." She answered, the large snake twitching at his name being mentioned. "He's a good boy." Fond smile.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 4:14 pm
"Yeah, he looks like a smart one." Writ said. He had no idea how a snake would look smart, but people talk about dogs the same way too. Nuka, for example, and just wild dogs in general, are always considered "Smart animals" but in reality, they handle poisonous snakes as well as a drunk zookeeper. Same could be said for the little congregation at the door. Writ could barely hear them padding around the building.
"You gonna eat that?" Writ pointed at the meat in Zyanya's bowl.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 4:29 pm
"Mmm, I wouldn't necessarily call him smart. He's not dumb, but he's not...hyper intelligent of anything." Her finger stroked gently at his head, though she shook her own at the question. "No, I'm not. You can have it if you'd like, Writ." Pause. "Or give it to the mutt. Better than him eating my snakes, si?"
The bowl was pushed over in his direction before she pushed herself up and got a plate of camote, chillied corn and a bollilo for herself. "Would you like a bollilo? Or some camote...?" Zyanya hummed as she stirred the camote, though she winced as an air bubble popped and sprayed hot potato on her finger. "Mierde!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 7:10 pm
"Eh, more then could be said about Nuka." Writ said with a sigh, "He's pretty sharp, but he's not going to be doing any rocket science anytime soon."
"His friends are here too." He looked to light coming out of the basement window. A shadow passed by. The coyotes were circling the building like sharks. Though Writ kinda liked to think they were his personal guards, like Zyanya and her snake, but he knew better than that-- food went above loyalty to the dogs outside.
"I don't know what any of those are, but they all sound really good." Writ said, looking at the plates of food.
His ears perked up when Zyanya exclaimed, "You alright?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 7:15 pm
Finger went to her mouth and she sucked on it, muttering muffled by the appendage now between her lips. Once the stinging stopped, the girl turned to look at Writ. "A bolillo is traditional Mexican bread. And Camote is sweet potatoes, basically. There is chilied corn too, in the other pot."
Plate finished she turned and made her way back to the table, setting it down. However, Zyanya didn't make a move to sit down, instead going back to make up a plate for her companion.
"The apple empanadas are for dessert. I don't know if I made them right, but they smell good..." It was her first time solo cooking, there was bound to be some kind of disaster. With her luck it would be the dessert. At least she hadn't gotten a turkey, that could have been a catastrophe.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 8:16 pm
"Like I said, it all sounds good." Writ smiled. He took the bowl and headed for the door, "I'll be right back."
He expected a bunch of coyotes at the door, but there were none. Writ looked down the alley and saw a large white van parked on the curb. His ears dropped when he saw what was written on the side of the van. He poked a head out of the alleyway and tried to get a peek through the tinted windows with no avail. Writ ran back inside, and slammed the door behind him.
"Hey Zy, we got a little problem..." He looked pale, "Kinda need a little help."
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 8:25 pm
Zyanya turned, plate half full with Writ's dinner, "What is i---" The girl stopped the moment she saw the other godling's face. "Writ, what's wrong? What kind of problem?"
The plate was set back onto the counter, Zy quickly crossing over to her friend. "What kind of help?" Of course she had no idea what kind of help she would be. Especially if it was involving The Game.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 9:04 pm
Writ took Zyanya's hand. He took a deep breath, his bangs went up. After a moment of calm, he opened the door back open.
"There." Writ pointed at the white van, Animal Control was written in bold black letters. Sure it wasn't much to him or her, but Writ knew that there was bound to be some kind of response to a bunch of wild animals stalking a building. Writ shivered. He had been to an animal shelter twice, and neither one was a pleasant experience. It was bad enough for strays to try and avoid them, he didn't want to know what they did to full-on wild animals.
There was a man in uniform headed towards the van with a struggling Nuka in tow. The coyote looked at Writ, Brother, help me!
Writ sighed and looked at Zyanya, "So much for a quiet Thanksgiving, you distract the guy, and I'll try to get the rest of them out."
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 10:01 pm
s**t. What the hell was SHE supposed to do? Bullshitting wasn't something that she was incredibly good at. Her goddess had convinced her to use a false name at the beginning of things, but there was certainly something different about this situation! Hell, Zyanya wasn't even sure that the damn dogs deserved help given what they'd put poor Yectli through!
However, she could tell that Writ was upset. It was obvious by that look that he'd given her when he came into the small safe house. It wasn't for the mutts. It was for HER mutt. Or, rather, her friend who was most definitely a mutt. "Fine. But you owe me so much, Writ." She muttered, stepping out into the cold bare footed and in a skirt. Without a plan.
"Hey!" She called to the man, "You finally got here. It took you long enough. Do you know how long these...creatures have been stalking my home?" Pft, like she looked old enough to have her own home - the short creature that she was - but that didn't seem to stop Zy. Hands went to her hips and she mustered one of those looks. The ones she'd seen her mother give to her papa all the time.
Her face softened.
"But it's Thanksgiving, so I suppose I can forgive you. Would you like a plate of food?" Zyanya was offering Writ's plate to the man. No way in hell was she letting him take her leftovers. Writ's mutts, Writ's stomach on the line.
Buy it, buy it, buy it. Please!
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 12:10 am
"Sorry." Writ whispered. It wasn't his fault, trouble just happened to follow him around. This time it happened to be in the form of an animal control truck full of coyotes. This was starting to become He ran for the van and put his nose on the car window. The keys were already in an ignition. Writ sighed with relief, he looked behind him to see the dog-catcher being kept busy.
"I'd love to honey, but I'm just a teeny bit busy right now." The dog-catcher had a twinge of southern twang. He pulled the leash along The animal control person looked down at Zyanya with those large, douchebag-style reflective sunglasses, "Lemme just wrassle this one in there..." He led Nuka inside the van.
"You sure act big for a kid, your mom home?"
Writ pulled out the keys from the ignition. The van shook as Mr. Animal control led the coyote into the van, and the keys dropped underneath the seat.
"Dammit!" Writ cursed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 12:15 am
"Not a kid." Zyanya said with a raised brow, "Now, don't argue with me. You're eating. It's Thanksgiving. The animals will be absolutely fine in the van by themselves for a few minutes. I made bolillos and chilied corn and spicy pumpkin soup and apple empanadas." Pause. "It would be a personal affront to me if you denied my cooking."
Brown eyes drifted to the cabin of the truck, giving Writ one of those same looks before she followed the man to the truck, "Come on. Food." Hopefully he wasn't some psychopathic rapist or something. That would just suck.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 1:28 am
Writ squeaked as he heard the door open. He dropped the keys and made his way to the passenger seat. It was way too late to exit the car, the handler opened the door to get in. He turned into a coyote pup to hide underneath the seat, but it was to small for him to fit. Writ let out a whine.
"You hear that?" The animal control man looked under the passenger seat to find a scampering puppy Writ. The man took Writ and showed him to Zyanya. Writ looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Guess the little scamp found his way inside." He looked at Writ, "Welp, time to be with your friends little guy." The animal control man got out of the van and started for the back of it.
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