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 Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:33 am
"The party is fine," he said, just mildly confused, "but this!" He caught the door in its violent swing, a digit pointing outwards to the offending raccoon, "this cannot be considered and you -" perhaps incoherently and definitely ungrammatically, his eyes blazed an accusing gold at Hunter "- you will not 'we' her because you went and screwed up that thing with Noe and now she's stuck with that wishywashy cheetah!" He grasped Banyan's wrist this time, imploring "Don't fall for it; he'll only break your heart."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 12:02 pm
Banyan looked to her grasped wrist and felt the urgency in Max's grip. She started laughing and patted at Max's hand.
"Honey, as much as Hunter will insist to the contrary, I'm not in love with him," Banyan finally said. "Hunter showed up early, so I'm just taking him with me to run my errands. I'm pretty sure shopping together doesn't warrant anything this drastic. Don't you think if I were courtin', that I'd at least pick somewhere more romantic than a deli? You know me, I'd choose something over the top. Straight out of a book. This is perhaps more out of a sitcom."
Banyan looked at Hunter and pondered.
"What 'that thing up with Noe'? I don't think any of us have the right to be sober today."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:13 pm
Hunter’s face turned at vivid, angry red and he looked ready to snap the accusing finger in two. He had promised himself he would behave, but Maxwell was making that promise very hard to keep. Especially with bringing up Noelani. Though as to exactly why she’d been added to the conversation was a tad confusing, however that did not stop his angry reply.
“It’s not my fault Noe has s**t taste in men. He’d already got his slimy claws into her before I was a teen and if you don’t like him that much; then you can damn well make a move! Besides, it has nothing to do with you! And I’ll we Banyan as much as I damn like!” Maxwell was lucky Banyan was between them or else he might have had a very angry raccoon fist right in his face.
Hunter looked down at Banyan and grumbled a curse. “There’s nothing with Noe. Nothing! I don’t even know what he’s going on about.” He turned abruptly on his heel, stalking up to the counter and demanding the trays from the old man so he could get out of there and go get drunk.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 3:44 am
Oh dear - oh dear dear dear. It was certainly a surprise when Hunter and Banyan walked out of the deli together, looking quite companionable - but that was nothing compared to Maxwell's sudden outburst! He knew that Maxx and Jun still sometimes lamented the twists Noelani and Hunter's originally planned relationship had taken [Ed. note: BECAUSE I'M A SAD THWARTED SHIPPER, OKAY? DX], but he hardly realised how strongly Maxwell felt about that. He must really dislike Seth.
He could see that Hunter was at boiling point by the time he'd caught up, and while part of him thought that a scrap in the street between the two might be an interesting way to spend the afternoon - that would absolutely ruin Banyan's party plans...and THAT would be TERRIBLE.
"Hello, Hunter, Banyan," he pulled at Maxwell's elbow, nodding apologetically, "excuse my companion, we took him off the Prozac today. Do get on with your festivities, and we'll see you in a couple of hours when we'll hopefully all be so sloshed we'll forget any of this ever happened."
As he tugged Maxwell into the depths of the deli, he tossed over his shoulder hurriedly in parting: "And the two of you look lovely together."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 3:08 pm
"And the two of you look lovely together."
Banyan's jaw went slack, the old man handed Hunter the trays smiling brightly and the old woman said she expected children by next spring or else. A slew of emotions bundled up. One was being flabbergast, another being angry at everyone's assumptions between she and Hunter, and the third was defeat. At this point she decided to side with Hunter on this one and flee as soon as possible.
As soon as Hunter could take the trays, she planned to flee with him to the grocer to collect the liquor and move along back to her apartment.
"Things don't bode well for the evening, at this rate," she muttered to Hunter. "If there's a fight, I don't want to remember what happened."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 3:39 pm
Apparently you couldn’t be seen with somebody without becoming an item. While Hunter was rather amused by the assumption and couldn’t quite blame the feline’s reaction; bringing up Noelani had left his temper incredibly frayed. He had come to an understanding with the kuppy; she was one of his best friends and his in-built need to protect her was strong.
Hunter snatched the trays out off the old mans hands; ears flicking back as he refused to even look at Maxwell or Julien. “I’ll make sure to knock you out beforehand if I decide to beat the crap out of Maxwell.” He replied to Banyan before making his way outside in the chilly winter air.
Outside he let out a deep breath; taking control of his anger and managing rather lopsided smile. “Alright, let’s get this wine. I’d like to suggest the strongest stuff we can find so I can survive the night by getting myself plastered. And don’t worry; I’m a good drunk. It’s every other time that I’m an a**.”
((OTL Jun, Maxx, will you ever forgive me for the lack of HunterxNoe pairing!))
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 8:25 am
Banyan sifted through her keys to find the one that opened the trunk of her car. She opened it and pushed aside as much of the detritus away as she could. Newspaper clippings, boxes of unsorted photograph proofs, and the random hamburger wrapping. She really needed to clean out the poor beast.
"Every other time, huh?" she laughed. "There's one thing I don't understand, thus far, Hunter honey. Why are you being so relatively civil today? The prospect of a good time? Still believe in Santa Claus?"
She waited for the trays to be placed in the back and started pondering just how much alcohol would be consumed before the night was out. Banyan was thankful she cleaned her bathroom.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 3:05 pm
Hunter waited as she had opened the trunk and shuffled the crap around before plopping the trays in. Immediately afterwards he cast a rather venomous glare back towards the deli, and thus Maxwell.
“Hm, what?” His ears twitched back and he gave a shrug as he caught on to what Banyan was saying. “Consider it your Christmas gift.” He crossed his arms over his chest, tail swishing behind in. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not an a*****e all the time. Though right now, my temper is certainly reaching high levels.”
The racoon sighed loudly and then shoved down the desire to hit something, replacing it with a grin. “Let’s get this wine and get out of here. Lead the way m’lady.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 3:48 pm
"It's just a skip over this other way," she said, shutting the trunk and leading the way. "They've got a few exotic things, too, if you want to pick up something to try. Weird things, too, at the request of the fortune teller next door. You hear 'fortune teller' and you think a woman with huge gold, gypsy earrings and long nails with a mass of rings on her fingers, right? But get this, it's a man... and young! He refuses to tell me why he chose his profession, but counting all the people who buy into his hocus pocus he's doing well for himself."
She pointed to the strange, cryptic symbols painted on the fortune teller's windows. The glass was heavily curtained in, of course, deep purple drapes and talismans and crystals all were displayed for sale on black velvet shelves.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 4:02 pm
Hunter peered into the window of the fortune teller with little interest. “It’s all a bunch of stupid superstitious mumbo jumbo.” He chuckled. “Maybe this young man is a bit of a swindler? Making some good money out of people who can’t survive without needing somebody to tell them what the future will bring. Sounds like I should become a fortune teller too.”
The raccoon was liked to think that his future was entirely in his hands. Of course, finding out his birth had been controlled by a demi god creature from another world sort of put lie to that. He had been born for a purpose and while he hadn’t entirely live up to it; many of what Dyre had placed into him still ruled his actions.
Hunter looked at Banyan curiously. “... you don’t... go to this fortune teller do you?”
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:49 pm
Despite the fact he was nervous, that was easily defeat-able so long as he kept his mind on what needed to be done. Firstly, buy some whiskey, secondly a house warming gift. Tugging his cap down, he ducked into the nearest sensible place. Sure he wasn't really paying attention, so if he ran into anyone it would have came as a surprise. The wolf mused as he stood in line reading the contents.
Sure the idea of a Christmas party sounded good, but the likely hood of this holiday season turning into a mess was more then likely. He could have sworn he heard familar voices, and peered around. Okay.. creepy or not he swore he recognized at least Julien and Maxx but considering he only knew either one in passing he didn't bother with interrupting them. He'd also snagged a set of glasses, usually a wise idea for a new place whether some one had them or not. Fishing out his liscene he briefly chatted with the couple behind the counter. Crap what time was the party? Pausing, once everything was payed for the wolf scooted off to the side digging out the invite. Yeaaah.. he was a few hours ahead of time. Gave him a chance to walk there at least.
( Dx I some how feel like a pain as well..I'm sorry Jun and Maxx )
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 5:25 am
Jasper was not entirely sure what he was doing there with a large giftbasket in front of the door of an apartment he'd never been to before. He'd only seen Banyan a few times at HQ, but he was somehow very intrigued by the confident hyte. Perhaps it was his helpful nature, perhaps it was something else, but Jasper had the desire to be there to help make this night a good one for everyone, especially Miss Banyan.
With the help of Tygress, the clyte had put together a basketfull of goodies, it was large enough in and of itself to be a housewarming gift complete with a red checkered picnic blanket. Nervous from his waiting Jasper peaked under the blanket revealing a couple bottles of sparkling cider and to his surprise a bottle of "special" egg nog. He was surprised of course since he was suposed to be limited in his contact with things containing alcohol, aparently though Tyg trusted him to deliver the gift. He hoped if Maxwell was there he wouldn't object. "I want to mix and serve drinks, not drink myself," he sighed not understanding the restriction his "mother" and the bartender had placed on him. Afterall there was only so much he could learn making mocktails.
Jasper looked at his watch, a birthday gift from Tygress, and wondered how much longer it would be before Banyan would return home. "I wonder why no one seemed to know the proper time for the party," Tyg had remarked upon dropping the clyte off at the apartment and finding no one home. She'd let Jasper stay but was probably herself sitting somewhere keeping an eye on him. "She's never really gonna let me grow up," he grumbled as he put the blanket back in place and sat back to wait.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:03 pm
"Oh, you don't go to that fortune teller for the fortune..." Banyan sing-songed and rolled her eyes mischievously. "You buy a reading and then try to figure out why on earth he's hiding away in there spending all his days reading runes and cards. You know, I've not seen a single television or computer... not even a cellphone in that building. All there is is an old telephone for the business and the cash register."
She pushed open the door to the grocers, where in the back of the little shop was a store of liquors and coolers. She was greeted by local residents and a cashier.
"Pick your poison, Hunter," Banyan laughed. "The sooner we grab and go, the sooner we can get back to my place and I can get out of these damned sneakers."
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 12:39 am
Hunter snorted. “Don’t tell me you think he’s some ex-government assassin trying to escape his past or something equally ridiculous?” The raccoon gave the fortune tellers shop one last look and then shrugged; pretty sure the fellow inside was just another moron searching for an easy buck.
Setting himself in front of the liquor, he scanned the shelves until one snagged his attention. Grabbing the bottle of wine by the neck he waved it at Banyan. “This one.” Quick and easy; choosing the alcohol by the picture on the cover. No raccoons unfortunately, but an eagle was good enough.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 8:54 pm
"Oh, of course not. But wouldn't it be exciting if he was? Or maybe he's a writer getting into character for his next tremendously successful book? The mystery's what's so addictive, honey," she inspected the bottle Hunter had waved at her.
She took it into her hands and read the label.
"Honey, this thing would make some delightful molotov cocktails should the guests go awry," she laughed. "Let's get a few more bottles and get the hell out of Dodge, what say you?"
And with that she purchased a few more bottles she'd randomly chosen herself and paid for them promptly.
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