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 Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 7:03 am
“Mhm!” Molly affirmed, and just looked all too happy that Taym was happy with the Canon Cat in his arms. Not that it ever bothered her that no one was ever as excited about Canon Cats like she was…but someone who looked just in love as she did with them well…that was most wonderful. She then nodded her head. “Oh yes! They all do!” Luckily, she wasn’t about to go naming them all of to Taym…not now, anyways. That’d come in time. She did point out some that were the closest to them though. “That one is Snickerdoodle, and that one is Cinnamon, and that one—“ She pointed at one Canon Cat who was a bit bigger than the others…and was bowing up and running sideways at both Molly and Taym before it spazzed out and then took off flying to another side of the room. “That one is Little Rep.” She cupped her cheeks with her hands. “He just acts all tough like that, but he’s really a sweetheart and he loves to cuddle!” She was talking about the cat…but that seemed accurate of her personal assessment of Rep as well. At his concerns, Molly just waved a hand at him. “Oh, don’t worry about it! If you just want to spend time playing with them and petting with that, that’s totally fine! I can clean out the boxes with no problem!” Molly had mucked horse stalls once upon a time as a job once, so really, the Canon Cat sand boxes were a piece of cake. That being said, she made her to the boxes, and pulled out a rake from a small closet and got to work.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 6:59 am
Lucyal Sorry for belated tag for some reason I thought I already had! lol With Snuffles cradled to his toast-rack of a chest--probably not the most comfortable place for the cat--Taym eyed Little Rep with skepticism. He would not to Molly of all people make an observation about Big Rep's cuddling habits but he was thinking about it with disgust and, if he wanted to be entirely honest with himself, a vague sense of betrayal. "What do they eat?" he asked, having gathered vaguely that it wasn't exactly kibble they fed to the things in the labs. Without relinquishing his grip on Snuffles, he bent to scratch the one marked out as Cinnamon on the ears. There were still too many cats but focusing on one at a time was helping. "Whatever it is they must eat a lot of it," he observed, watching her work and feeling both useless and faintly relieved that he wasn't helping her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:35 am
Rejam That's okay! Now I'm slow because I just got done with assisting my school's orientation weekend XD Molly was working her way through cleaning the sand boxes rather quickly. She had been doing this for well over a year now, and it was easier than mucking horse stalls. “What do they eat?” She echoed. “OH! Yes…well…there are these things called FEAR candies…and they eat those! Apparently it helps them…power up…or…something like that…” As she cleaned, she had a Canon cat land on her shoulder and cling to her sweater, which she didn’t seem to mind as it perched there. “Obadiah…how are you settling in?” Molly asked after a moment. It had been a while after all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:57 am
He was silent for a minute, glad for the tiny comfort of something cat-shaped in his arms while he considered how honestly to answer the question. To most people the answer would have been a gruff, monosyllabic "fine" and a change of subject, but Molly had the same effect on Taym she had on everyone. "Not great," he admitted finally, very quietly. "Had these grandiose half-formed ideas that everything would come naturally and I've yet to do anything but make a fool of myself. Repeatedly." It pricked his fragile pride. And there was worse, too. He felt out the edges of the thought, because the core of it was too much to think about, let alone to air at someone else: "I think I expected it to be... different. Than it is. Like being on the frontlines of a war, not stuck in the submarine offshore trying to fill up your downtime. I'm not good," he said finally, realizing he was saying too much, "at having free time, or at people. I didn't think I'd have to deal with either one."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 7:14 am
At Taym’s reply, Molly had slowed her enthusiastic cleaning with the rake, but as he elaborated, she eventually just came to a stop and listened as she looked upon him, even if he wasn’t looking at her. She rested her hands on top of the rake, and her brows furrowed as she took in his words. She didn’t think about it too much, but when moments like this came up, well, she did think about it. Everyone had such different reasons for being here, and everyone adjusted differently as well. It also made her realize that she didn’t have any expectations when she came here…no, that wasn’t true. She did. But she only had one. That all the debt would go away, and it did. So maybe because she didn’t expect anything after that…she was able to adjust easier…? “I see…” She murmured, her tone expressing the utmost sincerity. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling great right now…” She trailed off for a moment, debating something for a moment, before she hedged forth. It was clear she didn’t seem comfortable with asking, as if she might be prying. “…Is it okay if I ask…what brought you to Deus…? Um…if you don’t want to answer that, that’s perfectly okay and I’ll understand!” Her cheeks turned red, and she waved one hand as if to reassure him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 7:33 am
Lucyal I REFUSE TO LET THIS BECOME A SAD RP /kicks Taym in the neck Another long pause. Taym was all sarcasm and deadpan and rough edges but that question, for whatever reason, broke him. It was obvious that he was struggling to level his voice before he answered, obvious that answering honestly would probably reduce him to tears. But he couldn't make himself lie about it, either. Not right now. He smiled the strained smile of someone who didn't really feel like smiling at all. "You don't wanna hear that long story, sweetheart," he said. And I don't want to tell it was the unspoken end of that sentence. He stooped to let Snuffles down, finally, and crouched to pet another curious Cannon Cat, scratching its chin. It gave him somewhere to put his eyes. "I'll get over it," he assured her. "Just still wet behind the ears. Give me enough time and I'll be as comfortable as you are. People like you help. Nicer to me than I deserve," he added, lifting his head long enough to grin at her, with more certainty this time.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 11:39 am
Rejam LOL Oh no not his neck! It's so thin and fragile. Molly thinks it needs a sandwich Molly still hadn’t resumed cleaning, and as the silence went on, the tension became well…definitely noticeable. The subject was definitely harder for some than others, and even though Taym didn’t answer right away, or say much at that, Molly sympathized with him, she really did. She didn’t even know his reason, but because he couldn’t answer the question, she understood. It was two years, and even though she had worked through her guilt prior, it didn’t make talking about how she ended up at Deus any easier, or less painful and sad. As Taym looked elsewhere, Molly ended up softly putting her rake down and she moved back over to the Death trainee. She ended up next to him, and crouched down as well, cupping her chin in her hands. “I do, actually.” She replied, smiling at him kindly. “One day. Whenever you’re ready! If you ever are.” She paused for a moment. “I mean it! Anytime, okay? But um…that goes for anything really. You can talk to me anytime, and I’ll listen. I promise.” She then giggled softly. “Oh, it’s been two years, and I’m honestly still not quite comfortable…but…I do love it here, because of the people I’ve met and that I’m blessed to get to see every day, like you!” She then reached out to rub his shoulder. “Oh, please don’t say that! I think everyone deserves kindness.” Molly then clapped her hands together, startling some of the canon cats nearby. “Okay, how about this? One thing you love about Deus!” She beamed. “Oh, oh…I’ll go first, as an example um…one thing I love about Deus is…this room!” She gestured to all the cats.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 12:58 pm
Lucyal She's gonna make him cry, lol. Taym is not accustomed to kindness. He tried not to react to being touched--tried to stifle the instinct to jerk away. The resulting compromise was that he merely went stiff. He stared at her with a lack of comprehension. She was a strange and wonderful thing, totally out of the bounds of his experience. And then he laughed a strange thin laugh, tired and incredulous, startled out of him suddenly. "One thing I like about Deus," he repeated. Or sort of repeated. He couldn't force the word "love" for anything about his current situation. He ran his hand down a cat's back, baffled by the wings, the little reminder that nothing here was normal, as if the presence of 98 other cats didn't accomplish that with aplomb. "I don't--" it was easier to think of the things he hated: feeling inept, having no cigarettes, the frustration of being surrounded by attractive women and feeling duty-bound not to sleaze all over them. "It's... nice," he said finally, slowly, "to be treated like a person." His voice was tight. This was unusual territory for him and he was feeling it. Abort, abort. Again the strained little laugh. "You're a trip," he informed her. "You should tell me more things you love about Deus. I think I'd benefit more from that than trying to scrape up my own list." He unfolded like a spider to go and pick up the rake she'd left. "And let me work," he added. "Not a word of protest."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 1:50 pm
Rejam +1 RP point for Molly for any tear she makes him shed...LOL omg no that's awful Luckily Molly had retracted her hand when she clapped, but she smiled at him sheepishly regardless when he stiffened. “I’m sorry!” She piped up, but nodded her head as he pushed through her question. Also, if she was affected by the stares he was giving her, it didn’t show. Just that same patient demeanor and smile. At his answer Molly’s smile widened even more and she clapped her hands excitedly once more. “That’s wonderful!” She chirped, and then blinked. “A trip?” She thought about that for a moment, and then giggled. “I think I’ve been told that before!” She trailed off for a moment, and tilted her head, rubbing her cheek. “Is that a bad thing?” Also, he caught her, because she was indeed about to protest as he got up and went to go pick up the rake, but at his words, hers died on the tip of her tongue. “O-okay…” She resumed petting the Canon Cat he had been earlier, and hadn’t forgotten what he said earlier. “Well…other things I love about Deus…ah, yes! Canon Cats…all my friends and loved ones here, the seagulls, aaand Jeremy’s easy bake oven, and cupcakes, and green socks, and my clover leaf bed spread and the cafeteria…well, when it’s open….! Coffee!” She suddenly cried. “I love coffee! Oh, and the portals! When they’re working too! I’ve been to a few amazing places because of the portals!” Molly gushed, cupping both of her cheeks now before she resumed petting the Canon Cat. “But I think it’s cheating if I say I love and I’m thankful for everything because of Deus.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 3:17 pm
Lucyal Taym actually cries more than any char I've ever played and is incredibly embarrassed about it. NOT VERY MANLY SIR He worked while she talked, half listening, half simply absorbing her cheeriness by a sort of osmosis. Typically this sort of thing would wear thin on him--and it would, probably sooner than the excess of cats would, turn to irritation instead of baffled, charmed tolerance eventually--but her obvious sincerity and the plain novelty of it was giving him more patience than he was accustomed to. For now it was piquant and pleasant. The exasperation and anger would come later, given enough exposure. "I hope," he said, following up her gush with another lull while he processed it all and decided that the only empathy he had was for the promise of the portals being open again one day, "that you never hit the bottom of that well of optimism, Molly. That's a rare ********' thing. No wonder everyone loves you."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:18 pm
Rejam Shhh...if you cry, Taym...just go to Molly's bosom. There, there At his words, Molly stilled, and blinked. Her hand paused as she was petting the Canon Cat, and when she was still for too long, it reached up to paw at her, reminding her to pet it, which she did. Her brows furrowed as she mulled over Taym’s words. He hoped that she never reached the bottom of her well of optimism…for some reason, hearing that was…eye opening? Like, she was suddenly made aware of the box she was ‘living’ in. Huh. “I hope I don’t either.” She finally replied in earnest, and smiled a bit. “I like talking to you, Obadiah.” She piped up as well. “It’s very….um…intuitive…?” Her brows furrowed. “I’m not sure if that’s the right word…sorry…! Um…well, I’ll settle for that I really like it. It makes me think!”
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:47 pm
Lucyal poor Molly probably gets saddled with that a lot :T lol He resisted the urge to propose a string of words that she might mean more than intuitive. It hurt him to resist that urge, but he did it, mostly because the idea that anyone would enjoy talking to him was unsettling to the point of derailing him entirely. Especially given why. "Thinking's the worst," he said sincerely, rocking back on his ankles and pausing. "Don't talk to me too much if I make you think. I ******** hate thinking." Apparently he'd well and truly overcome his reluctance to swear in front of her. Progress! Sort of. Avoiding her eyes, he prodded at the sandboxes again, ineffectually this time, distracted. "Anyway. People call me Taym. You don't have to keep using that godawful name, provided you promise not to ask about the nickname."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 6:44 am
Rejam Someone's gotta do it : D <3 Well, at that, Molly couldn’t help but giggle. “Okay…I agree!” She replied, and smiled as she continued to pet the Canon Cat. Yes, thinking was the worst. “But I’m still going to talk to you…! If that’s alright, of course.” She looked back up at him briefly, because she did like to maintain some sort of eye contact while speaking, and luckily for Taym, she wasn’t at all fazed or scandalized by the swearing. At this new name, Molly’s head perked back up, and she blinked. “Taym…?” She echoed, and seemed to give it some thought before she nodded her head. “Alright! I still think Obadiah is nice, but I’ll call you Taym now!” The matter was as simple as that…though she would miss saying Obadiah…that just well…it did fit him, in her opinion, but she’d keep that to herself. “Oh…um…did you sign up for that uh…tournament thing everyone has been talking about? Bix is hosting it…!” She beamed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:13 am
Oh god, a reminder that he was so stir crazy he'd done that. "I--yeah," he said, suddenly very interested in raking up Cannon Cat detritus. "Did you? You'll have to come witness me being annihilated, probably by some pink-skirted girl half my size," he added flatly. "I'm sure it'll be very entertaining for everyone."
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 7:42 am
Rejam Have a super late tag I am so sorry OTL “Oh, yay!” Molly clapped softly, delighted…that Taym was in it, not so much that she was in it. “Oh…yes…um…I did too…!” She replied sheepishly, still serious wondering what had gotten into her to sign up for something like that. The trainee shook her head though. “Aw, I’m sure you’ll do well!” She tried to encourage. “I’ll be cheering for you!” She pet another Canon Cat that happened to swoop on by and land on her shoulder, and just seemed content to pass the time petting and idly chatting about little things. As time moved on though, Molly piped up once again. “Thanks for accompanying me and helping out today…! I really appreciate it.” She beamed. “It was really nice to spend time doing this with someone else, too.”
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