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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 7:27 pm
“Exactly, Shane. I was practicing my sleep-throwin’ technique. I can also make my bones dissolve, which is why I was able to fit under here. Instead of joining me down here, you could get off the bed so I could get out,” Mal put in once Shane had stopped babbling like an idiot. At any other moment, he would have been perfectly happy to join in with teasing Rem. After all, the man had to be blushing now. Unfortunately, in his current position, he couldn’t fully enjoy watching Rem blush. He could, however, enjoy a nice view of the other man’s legs.
“…Nice legs by the way, Remmy. Very nice. Muscular, you know. And, silly Shane, you know my quality time is for men only.”
As expected, Rem was blushing; he was just the type to blush at any sort of sexual comment. Unless… was quality time some sort of alcoholic beverage? It probably was. They all seemed to have names that were just chockfull of innuendos.
“Remind me again why we want him to stay here?” he asked Iris and Shane, honestly wondering why he wanted to keep someone so… so evil around. Honestly, the Rosaylen family would probably try to give him back after meeting him! Then again, it was kind of nice to be on the opposite side of a joke for once. For once, he was getting the better of Mal.
“Stay on the bed will you, Shane? If he makes a fuss, you're to bounce up and down.” That was probably the only time in Rem’s life when he told a woman to ‘bounce’ and it wasn’t even in reference to her chest. “Come on, Mal. Be reasonable. You’re the one who got yourself into this trouble to begin with.”
“And now I’m tryin’ to get myself back out of it.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 7:49 pm
You can label us a consequence, "There'll be no backing out of it, darling."
Iris shook her head knowingly, smiling. "They know about you, and you're important to them. Therefore, you're stuck. You can run, buuuut...more than likely, they'll find you. We 'nobles' - most of us, anyway - have this irritating thing about getting what we want, you see. If we don't get what we want, we get pissed until we do. Much like children, actually."
Well, it was.
"Oh, aaand besides - if you leave, how will you make Rem uncomfortable? Or any other male that you might meet because of the family?"
....by having them follow him, of course. Crap. Ah, well. She knew she had a good point with the children thing. Of how much you have to learn.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:21 pm
Grinning with an almost idiotic stupor, Shane gave the bed a few little test-bounces, and proceeded to kick back and relax again. She'd play along with Rem, for now; contrary to popular belief, the bartender did like the blond man. Then again, she liked almost anyone who wasn't out to maim her in some way, shape, or form. "Aw, but Remmy," she said after leaning back again, "I'd much rather come bounce on your lap!" Wink, wink.
Anyway. Let the two nobles try and persuade the third musketeer to join them - they had, after all, grown up in that life. Or, well...as Iris described it, some of them hadn't really grown up at all. And some of them acted really, really, ridiculously stupid, at times.
One word: Inbreeding.
Yeesh.
Having grown up a 'commoner,' Shane was able to admit that there were some things about the nobles that she liked. Money, for one. And connections. And pretty clothes, and shiny things, and the parties and the alcohol. Hey, some would call it shallow, what with most of those things being material possessions, but it made them happy. Whether it was denial on the aristocracy that they weren't actually happy with materialistic things (as the sage-like observers of these materialistic people liked to claim...a lot) or not, Shane wasn't sure. Some hated the prospect of having to act 'proper' in all situations, even if the situation wasn't all too nice. Princeling, for example.
Ah, but he had made the most valiant of sacrifices....but it was break-from-thoughts time. While not really paying attention to any words being exchanged, Shane attentively watched the two, her thoughtful, violet-colored eyes watching her friend's Little Miss for a moment. Hm...I wonder, the woman thought privately to herself, if she notices how much he misses what he gave up.
Huh. Mal would be giving up some stuff too. Though Shane couldn't be sure if it would be as nearly melodramatic. She could be sure that Mal would probably love to be rescued by Deste's drop-dead-gorgeous brother, though.
Mmmmm....Dante was to be back soon. How exciting! That man was living proof that not all nobles were crooked. Actually, the only reason everyone thought most nobles were, was because the only ones anyone ever bothered talking about were the ones planning the next big assassination.
Blah-blah-blah politics.
Albion's heir to the throne could politicize her all he wanted, though~
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 8:54 pm
Shane’s bounces brought out more squeaks from Mal and the man wriggled more as he tried to escape from his current prison. He snorted at Iris’ words, not believing them. “I’ve outsmarted more nobles than I have years, and I could do it again. Do you have any idea how many people I’ve pissed off? A bunch! I could run away from a few more…” it didn’t matter how good they were at hunting. He could get away from them. He had done so before.
Admittedly, he hadn’t ever run from a professional hunter such as Kaisa before, but he doubted that it would be that difficult. Besides… he had Aeron. He could fly away now. And he had a good knowledge of how to disguise himself and such. Nobles had short attention spans. They would lose interest in him soon enough and he could go back to how he lived before.
Once again, Rem was blushing. He might as well paint his face red and get it over with. He ended up in that color often enough anyway. “No, you can’t, Mal. I can believe you’ve pissed people off before, but you weren’t important then. Now you are.”
It was true. It was still cruel, but it was true. These people set a store by status and breeding. Mal hadn’t been chased before because, when you got right down to it, he was just a commoner. Actually, a noble would have been chased more, but he would have been forgiven of his crimes after being caught. Privilege was just private law.
Mal glared at him as best he could, still half-trapped under the mattress. “That sounds like a dare to me, Remmy…”
“Everything sounds like a dare to you, Mal. Get over your new status and deal with the mess you made. And not by running away from it.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 12:45 pm
You can label us a consequence, Iris caught Shane looking at her, an especially contemplative look on her face....odd. But then, most things about Shane were odd. That's why she was so amusing.
Chuckling, the woman stood to her feet, watching Mal attempt to wriggle a few more times. She squeaked in surprise when Elrok's head pushed against her and tried to shove her our of the way. What was that bir-....her question was answered before she could ask it. As the group had been talking, the bird had tried various positions that would let him further in the door. He was still mostly stuck outside, but his head was far enough in that he could reach the bed.
The handsome griffin with the red and white plumage promptly gave a short trill to Shane and Rem, before sticking his head under the bed and tugging on whatever part of Mal was closest - ironically enough, his pants. Of how much you have to learn.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:34 pm
Shane waited for a moment after the griffin trilled, feeling the bed begin to rock as Iris' red-striped boy did...something. Hum...it'd have to be an interesting sight indeedy, if anyone else happened to walk by down the hall.
Still unwilling to move from her lounging position on the bed - it was actually quite comfy - the bartender took up the envelope, and after regarding, for a moment, the consequences of reading some private documents...naaah. Noria was too nice of an old lady to do anything to her. Friend as she was to the Head of House Rosaylen's great-nephew, she wouldn't get in trouble. Probably.
...Maybe.
It's not like she didn't know what the gist of the letter was anyway...and thus, promptly tore the letter open. Ah! It was Princeling's handwriting. Lovely~
"And so!" Shane said, after scanning over the contents of the paper and with more flourish in her voice than was necessary, "A one Deste Kes-...Esterylen" - that boy needed to pick a last name, already! - "writes...that...lalala...Mal should come to the Rosaylen residence on the outskirts of the city..."
Well, of course...Mal would get to meet his new 'family.' Hah. "And," she said after the pause, "That a certain nameless-but-important-someone will be there within the day to meet him. And discuss further lala's of this entire la~"
Taking a final glance at the note to see if she'd missed anything important, Shane set the letter down on the bed and pursed her lips. Just like Princeling to be ambiguous about the entire thing. The woman had to give the poor guy some credit though; he wouldn't have bothered writing to Mal himself if he didn't care...even if Noria had asked/forced him to. Why Deste would care was actually beyond Shane's knowledge at the time...though it could have something to do with making that certain nameless-but-important-someone irritable about the entire affair.
Shane could be optimistic and think that the little Princeling was actually taking the initiative on some family matters.
...Aaand then Balsem would actually turn out nice and leave them alone!
Ahahahaha. Ha.
"Shane thinks that Mal should stay." she quoted, with no apparent reason for speaking in the third person. "If for no other reason than seeing the Princeling's darling elder brother."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:53 pm
Rem stopped trying to tug Mal out from under the bed due to several reasons: one, despite Mal’s small size, he had the amazing ability to make himself very difficult to remove from spaces such as under a bed. Number two, Shane was talking. A personal message from Prince Deste. Well, of course he would want to get into contact with Mal… they were, technically, related now. The family had to meet eventually. Now that would be amusing…
Oh, and thirdly, Elrok seemed to be trying to take off Mal’s pants. Rem decided that, for the sake of everyone in the room, Mal should probably stay under the bed if he was pantsless.
“He should stay to meet his family,” Rem agreed. “As I recall, he told me that he came here in hopes of getting a real family…” Heh. Ironic… Mal had been trying to stir up some pity from Rem with that sob-story, but Rem was willing to believe it. That is, so long as it was in his favor to manipulate it.
Damnit, maybe he was getting better at the nobility game after all.
Meanwhile, under the bed, there was an interesting array of noises from Mal as the man struggled to keep the gryphon from stealing his pants. They were his pants, damnit! And he wasn’t about to give them up. Why, stealing a man’s pants was like taking away his weapons! It just wasn’t done!
He temporarily stopped to glare at Rem. “I dun wanna meet them. Especially him. End of story. Now get your molestin’ gryphon away from my Happy Stick, ‘Ris! If he ruins it, Rem’s gonna have to kiss it better.”
There was a long moment of silence as Rem tried---and succeeded- to figure out what a ‘Happy Stick’ was. Shoving the thought from his mind, he tried a different tactic. “Look, you’re just being stubborn! You’ll have to meet them eventually!”
A very different noise came from under the bed, this time the sound of fabric ripping and then someone hitting something. Mal was left holding what was left of his pants. Actually, they were more like shorts now. Short shorts, in fact.
“… s**t. Well, it’s about time for the No Pants Dance anyway…” This was, of course, a last minute attempt to get these people out of his room. He figured that the threat of seeing a Naked Malcolm would be enough to get rid of at least Mal and probably Iris. Shane… well, Shane would be trickier. But she seemed more reasonable than the others.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:53 pm
Pardon me, while I burst... Iris raised an eyebrow and looked at the other two pants-d inhabitants of the room. Somehow, she figured that the No-Pants dance would be pretty funny to watch. Why? Because Rem would undoubtedly be mortified. And God only knew what Shane would decide to contribute.
Elrok backed up to a more comfortable position, holding the remnants of pants in his mouth. He had intended to remove the man from under the bed - it seemed as if that was what his master wanted, since she kept looking under there - but....it didn't quite work. Oh well. Maybe that would let him know that they wanted him out. He might not have known, after all....
Iris sighed and shook her head. "Mal, just come out. Pants or not, you're not leaving." And rise above the flame.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:12 pm
The No Pants Dance? Well, now, Shane could control what clothes stayed, and which articles came off, Mal in the case of his person occupying her bar...but in this case, it seemed as though Iris' creature had taken care of that decision. Hummm...Desperate times called for desperate measures!...Not that Shane would have minded the No Pants Dance. The pair she was wearing was a little itchy, actually...
"C'mon, Mal~" Shane said, endless amounts of encouragement - or, perhaps, amusement - coloring her tone. "Stay! It'll be dull without you around! I mean, what would Remmy do for fun if no one was there to make him blush? Or embarrass him around Nyhaaa-I mean certain female friends of his?"
The bartender tried to think of more to say. Though, after a small bit of muttering that consisted mostly of, "And then there's...the...um. Ergh...eh," she fell silent, contemplating what Mal would be tempted to stay for. So much for desperate measures.
There was one more thing she could say, though..."And Mal, you could always just stay and meet Deste's brother, and then run if you want." Following an affirmative nod that seemed to encourage both staying, and running - and encouraging any glares thrown her way to another direction for encouraging both previous ideas - the woman concluded with, "And you should stay to meet Dante. I swear on my collection of corsets - he's the sexiest thing since sex~"
Bow-chika-wow-wow.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:33 pm
“Now, Iris, how am I supposed to stay and come out at the same time? Seems like a bit of a dichotomy.” This was clearly one of the words that Rem had taught him. Mal on his own would never come up with a word like ‘dichotomy’ on his own. It had four syllables, after all. Damnit. His No Pants Dance threat/offer hadn’t worked. Still, he could outwait them. They would get bored eventually, and go away. It wasn’t like they would try to force him out; none of them could manage it, except, perhaps, for Rem and he was probably still too scared to even think about touching Mal.
Because he was, quite literally, a captive audience, he couldn’t help but listen to Shane’s words. Her very, very interesting words… he perked up a little and re-considered his decision to go away. She had a point. He could always make a run for it after meeting people. He would have a bigger chance of success then.
“I’m pretty sure you guys can embarrass Rem at least as much as I can. You can talk about… I dunno. Girly stuff. Undergarments. Things like that. Would make him blush.”
As a matter of fact… it didn’t. For once, Rem wasn’t blushing. He simply seemed annoyed, which was rather out of place. “Mal, I do have a sister, you know. And her friends used to think that my blushing was absolutely adorable. I’m immune to undergarment-related remarks. They weren’t very creative girls, I’m afraid.”
“They’ve good taste in blushers, even if they weren’t creative in their methods,” Mal offered, still not budging from under the bed. But he was thinking. Not about girly underpants, of course; he wasn’t much into that, despite popular opinion. “Well, alright. I guess I can’t depend on you girls to do a man’s job and make Remmy blush properly. I suppose I can stay at least long enough to meet my family.”
There was some shuffling from underneath the bed. “… umm… could someone hand me another pair of pants?”
“Whatever happened to the No Pants Dance?” Rem knew he would regret asking the question, but it just had to be said anyway.
“Well, if you absolutely insist, I could…” There was more shuffling.
“Nono!” Rem answered quickly, waving his hands in a gesture that Mal probably couldn’t really see. “That’s fine.” He walked to the dresser and opened up a drawer that was completely devoid of any clothes. There were, however, some other fascinating little items in them. Rem tilted his head to one side and examined them closely before he figured out what they were. Blushing fiercely, he slammed the drawer shut once more. “Umm… Mal? What was in that bag you threw out the window?”
Mal thought about it. Oh… right. His clothes. “… oh. I might have to do the No Pants Dance anyway.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:40 pm
Pardon me, while I burst... Elrok decided that everything was better now, and decided to let out a decidedly loud squawk.
Iris flinched, rubbing the ear closest to he griffin. "Thank you, Elrok..." she muttered, earning herself a confused fluff from the griffin. Shaking her head, she caught the tail-end of the little conversation between Rem and Mal. Oh...dear...
"Uhm....one of us could go get it for him? If it's still there."
This wasn't the best part of town. Someone may have taken them.....oh dear. And rise above the flame.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 9:01 pm
Shane would have suggested that Mal borrow her pants - her over-sized shirt would have served well enough as a skirt - but then decided against it. There were some things that not even this particular female would have been willing to do at this point in time. Didn't know those in the room well enough, anyway.
So instead, she said, "I'll get them!" in an overtly-cheerful, but hopefully-still-encouraging tone. Although half of her was torn to see what Rem had blushed at...no, no, now was the time to stay focused! Or, at least time to pull a Princeling, anyway. Bouncing off the bed - and, thus, exposing the others to the possibility of a No Pants Dance - Shane moved over to the window and looked down. P'sha, it was only two stories. And it was only solid cobblestone at the bottom...which Shane could handle much better than furniture and a griffin trying to squish her, which is what had happened the last time she went window-scaling....
Tugging gingerly at the homemade rope Mal had tossed out the window, the woman began to clamber out. Hah, stairs were for the unadventurous!
Although, she had never mastered the art of shimmying up and down the sides of buildings without rope, or some sort of helpful device used to get up and down the sides of buildings. Aaand she could feel the device currently helping her begin to tear. Dangiiiiit...the distinctive sound of ripping cloth was then followed by an "Ohshi-!"
The seconds of silence ticked by, and then...
"Maaal~ Your stuff landed in mud! Or...it looks like mud...ewww..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:21 pm
After Shane left, there was a bit of an awkward silence as Mal tried to think of something to do while he was both lacking pants and under the bed. Actually, he had a few ideas, but most of them weren’t suitable for group situations. Talking seemed like a good thing to do for now.
“Hey, Iris? How’s Deste doing anyway?” it had been a while since he had last spoken to the man. He hadn’t seen him since the little shindig and he had heard Deste was wounded during some sort of fight. That was strange, since Mal didn’t recall seeing him fighting the black gryphon, but he wasn’t going to ask. Besides, it seemed like the polite thing to say… besides, it hadn’t escaped his attention that Deste didn’t join in with this little intervention.
Rem sidled closer to the window, just to make sure that Shane didn’t get hurt on her descent. “Hey, Shane, watch out, it’s starting to ri--” He managed to warn her that it had, in fact, already ripped. Wasn’t he helpful? “Never mind.”
Mud? That was weird. “… Shane? It… umm… hasn’t rained for a while now. I don’t think that’s mud…”
Mal was quiet as he assessed the situation. He couldn’t very well meet his newly gained family without clean clothes. Certainly not without pants. “Does this mean I don’t have to meet them?” he asked hopefully.
“No. Clearly, it means that you have to go shopping. And by ‘you’, I mean all of us are going to be dragging you around until we find some decent clothes.” Well, if the others didn’t have anything else to do, anyway. “… err… anyone else have any plans?”
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:32 pm
Pardon me, while I burst... Iris blinked, staring at the bed. She'd stoop down to talk to him, but....well, he had no pants on. The idea in and of itself was frightening.
"Better." was all she said - not in any sort of cross tone, mind you, but...well. There were still issues with that entire situation. One of them being, she didn't like to think about what happened. Another was the fact that he was still not completely better, which concerned her. Yet another was tied with the first two - the man responsible was out there. She had a feeling that the encounter was not going to be a one-time thing.
The woman could not help but laugh as her attention was brought to the window by Shane's little outcry. That, combined with Mal's silence....yeah. It was all over. Poor Mal. Too bad it was so damn funny.
"Shopping?" she said as the laughter came to a halt, interrupted by the prospect of spending money. She liked doing that, honestly. And it would be like playing dress-up....an excited look moved onto her face. "I'm free!" And rise above the flame.
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