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 Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:11 pm
All right. So he'd caught on fast. He wasn't being the brainless lump he so often chose to be.
But that didn't mean he had to abandon the act, oh no. Saying nothing, Arthur looked away and to the ground.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:15 pm
Damn that rat. Filthy, dirty little rat, trying to play all innocent just to piss Mordred off into leaving him alone.
The sad thing? Mordred knew what he was doing and it was getting to him anyway.
"Little rat, you're no fun," Mordred rolled his eyes before moving past Arthur and deeper into the house.
F*cking... ukes....
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:22 pm
Yes. Absolute, utter, beyond all ecstasy, yes.
Arthur exited the house, refusing to let so much as a smirk cross his face until he was at least ten feet away from the door, at which point, leaning on his staff, he nearly doubled over in a wheezing, silent laughter.
Oh, it hurt to do it. But the result was always worth it.
Shooed out of the house again? But he could get free food in the kitchen! With a final dejected look at the pratically seething Jan as he left the aforementioned room, Madison's expression melted back into the lazy, bemused smile he displayed for most purposes.
Just as he noticed something suspiciously shiny down another corner. Nobody in this house wore that much gold.
But who cared? It attracted the unicorn's attention anyway. "Hey, goldie!" he called, not really sure if his voice carried over the slamming of the kitchen door behind him as he slipped off to further investigate the glorious disturbance.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:25 pm
Turning, Mordred smirked slightly irritably at the noise. "What?" he managed to force out in a relatively calm manner. Relatively. He was still fuming because of Arthur, mind you.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:28 pm
The thoughts (what few of them there were) trundling through Madison's head all had something to do with 'Pretty...' The pick-up lines were likewise simple and bisyllabic. He didn't much care that bisyllabic wasn't a word.
"Pick a card?" Madison proffered cheerfully, producing the deck from 'thin air' and holding it out towards the angel.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:30 pm
Rolling his eyes again, Mordred snatched one. "Whatever for?" he asked, not really that interested in the response. F*cking... ukes...
For some reason, the submissive types always made Mordred want to kill someone. Preferably whoever was submitting-- but they'd probably whimper and beg for mercy, which would defeat the purpose.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:35 pm
"Magic," Madison said simply. Uh oh. Another one of the irritable types? Yeesh, he only seemed to run into them these days... Well, besides the cheerful ones. Okay, bad generalization.
A frown flitted over his face momentarily. Well... if that wasn't the wrong deck... in his hands... How he'd managed to mistake the tarot cards for the trick cards was beyond him but... "Hey, can I see that?" he interrupted himself abruptly, reaching out with his other hand for the card in Mordred's.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:37 pm
"I thought you said this was magic?" Mordred asked, pulling it back before glancing at the card. "Or did you forget your rigged deck somewhere?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:40 pm
"Er... it is?" Madison replied brightly, still trying to get ahold of the card--or at least get a look at it.
He hadn't screwed up in... in years. What was wrong?--Arthur was nearby, he knew it. He'd felt the negative pulse in the air the moment he stepped into the townhouse. But... but Arthur's presence had never messed with the simple tricks before, the ones that relied on eyes and flourishes rather than the real deal.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:45 pm
"Except you mixed up the cards," Mordred smirked. Flipping the card around, the angel laughed-- oh, this was the best way to feel better. "The Knight of Swords."
Now, Mordred had never put too much stock into magic or mysticism-- but then again, who knew?
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:16 pm
Hot damn. Not major arcana. Major arcana was always so much easier to deal with! Not to mention the fact that he actually knew more about the major arcana. He was a magician, not a mystic, damnit.
"Be that means good luck," he nodded sagely, quirking an eyebrow slightly and not sure if he was more amused at himself or.... no, this angel didn't seem really the 'amusing' type, more the 'don't laugh at him on pain of pain' type--though why he was suddenly getting that sort of negative thought about him was... unclear.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:22 pm
It was to Madison's discredit that Mordred not only was aware of what tarot cards were-- but that he'd also seen them in action before. "Strange, that isn't what the last boy said the Knight meant," Mordred mused before shrugging ever so slightly. "Not that it matters. Did you want the card back?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:25 pm
"Well whaddaya know," Maddie murmured under his breath at the first comment, overshadowed quickly by a, "If you'd be so kind?" chipper. Far too amiable to be considered 'polite' but not 'aggressive', certainly.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 6:09 pm
Give it back...? Hm. All right... Mordred smiled before giving the card back to Maddie--
On the unicorn's horn.
"Talk to you later, boyo," Mordred smirked as he turned and headed out of the townhouse.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 6:18 pm
But--but--oh, not cool.
Actually, potentially very cool.
Madison waved at the angel's back, despite the fact that he was paying no attention to the unicorn and spread out his arms, 'zooming' a sharp turn up the stairs to grab a new deck to set out in the moonlight. Before that of coure, he'd have to head out to the shop to sport his new 'fashion statement'.
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