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 Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:50 pm
"Ah, a heroic accomplishment indeed," Claune said, rocking back on his heels in astonishment. "Perhaps if you tell me the entire story I shall adapt it into a ballad. Hmm." He tapped one long, slender finger against his mouth. After a moment he raised the finger, as if he were signaling an invisible audience to fall silent, frowned, tapped his foot, thought better of it, and placed the finger back against his mouth. "Hmmm," he said again. He acted out several more dramatic false starts before he finally began, in his high, clear voice:
"The Plague who came from a cat
Once defeated in battle the rat—
Alas, he grew smaller,
Much less of a brawler
And no longer a foe in combat."
He gave a bow this time instead of a curtsy, sweeping his arm elegantly across his middle with a flourish.
"Only an inch?" he echoed, turning to Blaithe. "You are fortunate my Grimm did not meet you then; he might have mistaken you for a specimen and tried to collect you." The Caedos hesitated. "What was it like, growing to anhelo?"
"They seem to be getting along well," Nicholas replied, a note of wary, hopeful optimism in his voice which suggested that this was a rare phenomenon as far as his Plague was concerned. "Though I apologize if Claune upsets her stunted. He can be… taxing."
He cleared his throat and went on, "Thank you for the words of encouragement—without knowing anything of your history as a Grimm I would have assumed you were a very good one, based on the bond between yourself and Blaithe. Perhaps you're selling yourself short. If Claune turns out even a quarter as well-behaved as she is once he's grown, I'm reasonably certain I'll pass out from the shock."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 12:26 pm
The feline scoffed, hardly flattered by Claune’s compliment – double edged as it was. Hero bristled and sat on Blaithe’s lap, his arms crossed in a childish fashion as he hissed out a simple, ”don’t even bother,” but before he could finish the last word the violin had begun. Granted, it started out well enough but by the final lyric the phasmas was furious.
”Enough,” he growled, taking a stand once more despite Blaithe’s free hand hovering down to lightly pat his head. Rather than taking it in stride he pushed away his friend’s attempts at comfort, completely without a single word left thanks to his fury.
Removing her hand from Hero, the brush looked between her two companions with furrowed brows – not out of aggravation, but worry. ”Both of you, that is enough…” she said, her voice a gentle coo. ”We are not here to make enemies…” Blaithe then attempted to rest her thumb against Hero, this time resulting in him begrudgingly accepting. He was still very upset, she could tell, but they were here on lighter terms.
She was not afraid of what could have befallen her had Nicholas found her at Excito; she had been considered many things – a bother, food and even an enemy, but under most other Grimms she would not fear. The next question had Blaithe at a disadvantage, her expression faltering into nearly child-like fear, then sadness. ”M-my growth… Well,” she started, one hand still pacifying Hero while she held Claune carefully in the other. ”I… it was… the most painful experience I have ever had. I do hope that yours is not the same…”
To which she attempted a more careful smile.
”Indeed,” Jin Ho agreed, though his brows rested heavily over his tired eyes while watching Hero. His attitude was becoming far less forgiving over others, and that had the former scribe worried beyond description. ”I thank you for your compliments and encouragements. We Grimms have quite a burden to bare, and I do not mean our wards.” Nicholas’ attempt at humor was well received, Jin Ho giving out a breathy, low laugh. ”He is certainly something, I will say. Perhaps he will mature in time.”
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