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 Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 4:26 pm
”Brakesh,” Taavi said, quite pleasantly. He liked the woman and her adorable wher of wonder. Besides, he was a terminally sociable man, doomed to greet everyone he recognized. Oh, and liked. That was an important distinction because the next person he recognized was Marue.
Taavi did his best not to notice Marue's grand entrance. It wasn't easy, since the girl attracted attention as easily as a screeching wher. It wasn't easy to make a wher-----especially a bronze wher like Brask----seem like a mere background detail, but Marue had talent. A pity it was the sort of talent that involved grating fingernails down slates. “Funny,” Taavi commented. “I thought all the prisoners were here, you know. By volunteer...”
His voice trailed off and he glanced at Saain for some sort of confirmation. Impressing was a pretty tempting gig for most prisoners, or so Taavi figured; it meant an early release by definition. Sure, it meant being under constant scrutiny, but at least it came with a sort of freedom. Better than the freedom afforded by four walls anyway.
Then again... Saain was commenting on the nastiness of some of the eggs. Taavi shrugged, attempting to say, through pure body language, that he didn't know what any of this was about. “I never got much of a feeling from Gus' egg,” he finally volunteered. “Dunno if that's just whers or if it's Gus. What's to worry about with the smaller eggs?”
Gus, be nice. We like Brask, he said warningly, trying to carry on a mental conversation at the same time as his verbal one.
There was no response from the brown wher, not even when the bronze prance, wiggled, and danced his way towards Gustav. But the licking? THAT got a reaction from the stoic brown.
The reaction was best described as, “Brrrup?” because that was the noise the confused Gustav made. Ohfaranth FRIENDLINESS WHAT DO NOW. It was an odd croak of a noise. What. NO. NO FRIENDLINESS. HE WAS BIG MEAN WHER GRR. It would have been more convincing if the wher actually acted aggressive instead of merely baffled by this turn of events.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 4:30 pm
[La La Touching response]
Orren pulled his hand away from the egg (and wow, did it have personality!) as Marue spoke. He stood, brushing a hand off on his faded trousers, and took hers with the other and shook. His grip was firm, but not crushing, and his expression was friendly.
"A pleasure indeed, Madame! My name's Orren. I'd ask if I've seen you around before but, you know, I see most people around at some point or another. Kitchens and all." Either he was a nervous talker or he was supremely friendly. Perhaps it was a little bit of both. "If you want to try touching that egg I'd brace yourself. It's very..." He searched for a moment. "...Loud."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 6:42 pm
Canoake had so far managed to avoid the rest of the Candidate group as more showed up and mingled while around the eggs. Really, mingling? This was not a social meet and greet, she thought to herself. They should all be there for one purpose. To get a feel for the eggs and hope to do well on the sands. Finally, she moved towards the Golden Melody Egg. It was the one everyone assumed was the Gold Egg, the queen waiting to be hatched. Moving forward to stroke the egg, she was taken back by how chatty the egg was! As if it were talking about itself, the others in the clutch, the weather... Canoake giggled. "A chatterbox, are you? Are you worried or do you really have a lot to say... Just remember to listen as well, you can learn some interesting things from just listening."
Stepping away from the egg towards the Little Hunter Egg, she wondered if such a small shell even held any life. Not one to be optimistic, Canoake considered the eggs odds and didn't think they were very good. Still, an egg was an egg. Almost poking the egg, she laid just her fingertips on the top and was immediately bombarded with an almost "How Dare You?" attitude! This egg was crowding in her mind and demanding much more respect than some of the other eggs had. Bowing her head, almost shamefully, Canoake sent a silent apology to the egg. That would teach her. "You are right, I get it. Just because you are small doesn't mean to count you out. I hope you show everyone just how great you are! Make sure to prove everyone wrong." Giving the shell a smile and another apologetic pat, Canoake moved to the Maritime Monochrome Egg .
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 8:22 am
Saain pulled her hands back and stood. By the shells, to borrow from the various guards, why was Marue here? "We are here voluntarily. The prisoners asked were chosen for good behavior but then, it is Marue." Saain couldn't keep the distaste out of her voice. That girl was grating and much like the guards, she also wished she would be placed in the unstable block.
"It could be... perhaps you could ask your fellow handlers. It could just be whers." She looked down at the clutch and frowned. "Well, usually when infants are significantly smaller then they should they are sickly. I saw a clutch once, most hatched but some the significantly smaller ones teetered between fifty -fifty." She shook her head and looked over the eggs. "Did you want to pick one for me to touch?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 3:10 pm
Rokana frowned at the little egg as he pulled his hands away. "Fine, shrimp. Lets see how you do on your own. Eventually you might figure out that not everything can be done with brute force. What you lack isn't size, it's finesse." With a huff, the guard stood and crossed his arms over his chest. Of course the absurdity of lecturing an egg did not escape him, but men did strange things when their pride was hurt. He looked over the sands to see none other than Marue, and her grand entrance. Now there was a particularly vain creature, but not wholly bad, so to speak. He'd had the misfortune of dealing with her on a few occasions, not that he'd ever prefer to repeat them, but her displeasure was understandable, and he could relate. Not that he'd gotten himself thrown into prison, or was stupid enough to insult every person he came into contact with. But being thrown from privileged to dirt, that he could relate to. The last time he had spoken to her she had been excited for the touching, and something told him that her displeasure was more aimed toward the guard who brought her than being at the sands. With a shrug, he moved over to the Preening Princess egg, finding its polite demeanor refreshing. He wasn't sure what the egg thought of him, but that was beside the point of things, wasn't it? The entire idea, as far as he knew, was for the eggs to get to know them, not the other way around.
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Marue gave a soft smile, something almost genuine. Orren at least didn't seem to hate her immediately, like some of the ugly people here. Wasn't too bad looking either. There was something about those messy black curls that just screamed for proper product and styling. He was rough cut, that was sure, but there was definitely potential. That sharp jawline and those broad shoulders didn't hurt things either. Down girl. Her smile widened, somehow losing its genuine quality while brightening in intensity. "You're one of the cooks, right?" she pursed her lips, thinking for a moment, "..You're the one that made the soup and rolls last week right?" As she looked down at the Emperor's Groove egg, she stooped and placed her hands on its shell. It was bright, happy and full of a want to dance. Just the unadulterated joy almost made her want to dance, and boy could she shake it. She lifted her hands from the egg's shell, and stood with a small, musical laugh. "Well, you've got that right." She gave Orren a sly smile as she herself did a little twist of a dance. "But can you really blame it for wanting to groove?" Her arms dropped to her sides with another small laugh. It had felt absolutely absurd, but fun too. Fun. That was something she hadn't felt in a while. She flashed a small, half embarrassed smile to Orren, before obsessively primping her clothes and hair.
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Brakesh gave a nod to Taavi, " 'Sup, roll man?" Her nose wrinkled as he mentioned Marue. "I wish it were that easy." She gave a sigh, her expression pinching in irritation once again. "She wanted to come alright. You should have seen the fit she threw when I threatened to lock her back in her cell and leave her there." The girl's blonde choppy hair fell about her face as she shook her head. "She just refused to go without those damned booty shorts." Brakesh lifted her hands in the air, shaking them about in a prissy manner as she tossed her weight from one hip to another, flipping her hair about in what could only be an exadgerated impression of their favorite, vain little monster. "Like, you're gonna send me out in PUBLIC looking like THIS?!" Brakesh let out a sound of disgust, and shook her hands. Just the impression made her feel filthy. She looked to Saain as the prisoner spoke. Brakesh had never really spoken to her before, though she'd seen her around. The guard gave a shrug, "My guess is that she screeched until someone gave in and let her to the touching. She's damned lucky I'm as nice as I am or I'd have left that perky little a** of hers there." She tried to stifle a laugh as Gus's expression turned utterly befuddled, but it escaped through as a rough snort. Brask seemed eternally pleased with himself, rolling away from what he saw as playful aggression before hopping back over with a goofy play-snarl of his own. So delighted was he that the wher had almost completely forgotten the dragons on the sands. Somehow, and none--Not even Brakesh--would ever know how, but it would seem Brask had decided that Gus was his best and most favorite of friends. Brakesh gave Taavi an apologetic look, tinged with the smile that seemed exclusively reserved for whers. "...I think Brask is under the impression that Gus is his best friend." Brask rolled onto his belly, all four legs in the air as he wiggled before Gus. His head popped up, and he let his thoughts branch out unguarded, that anyone who might listen could hear. BRASK LIKE BROWNGUS AND TAAVIMAN. THEY GOODNICE, AND.. AND.. He saw his opportunity and snaked a meatroll off of the tray. AND TAAVIMAN MAKE BEST MEATMEATS. The wher's eyes closed with a beaming smile as he munched the meatroll. Brakesh smiled as she watched her wher with love in her eyes, momentarily forgetting anyone else there all together. The moment passed, and she seemed to remember where she was. Brakesh composed herself, her expression turning back to it's typical grumpy demeanor. "Now stop that you wiggling idiot. You're making a bother of yourself."
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 4:53 pm
Malta drew back from the egg reluctantly, smiling.
She had thought that the whole touching thing would be somehow terrifying, that she wouldn't be able to do it.
But...
It was nice. She beamed at the eggs, then at the mother.
And then she noticed how many people there were now.
Her confidence took a nosedive. She wanted to stay here with the eggs, but.. Everybody was coming to the eggs!
She bowed to the queen and rider and left as fast as she was able, nervously trying to not go too fast, while at the same time not stay too long.
She looked back unhappily at the eggs. She would have liked to spend more time with them, but... so many people.
She left for the infirmary.
As she left the crowd of people and had herself to herself again, she found a smile creeping back onto her face.
It had been nice!
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 8:40 pm
Orren was and always had been of the opinion that even the prisoners at Wardens deserved some modicum of kindness. Just because Marue wore a jumpsuit wasn't any reason to be immediately hostile, especially because she was here, and that meant her crimes were minor. She'd never be allowed within a hundred feet of the eggs otherwise.
"Yeah, that was me. Soup's something of a favorite, personally--" And then she was dancing. Her figure was certainly suited for it, even if in this situation it was a little absurd. That made it kind of endearing, though, and when she stopped and smiled at him he smiled right back.
"I can't really, no. It must be boring, stuck in that egg. I'd want to be able to move around too. Not much of a dancer, though." He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, ruffling the curly ponytail. "I'm not all that... y'know... graceful."
Another egg had caught his eye. He made his way over to the Cheerful Sneak-Thief Egg (and it was true, he wasn't ungainly but he certainly didn't possess much innate grace).
"This one looks like it might be friendly. What do you think?" he asked, before placing his palm against the shell.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 12:04 pm
V'tyai finished off the meatroll as discreetly as he could, hungry and unwilling to get grumpier over an empty stomach. His eyes stayed locked on Marue, a frown slowly pulling further onto his face. he'd not been the one to suggest her for this; M'onk, that wherson, he must have put her name to the list.
It'd look very bad if V'tyai punched his boss in the mouth. He looked instead to Marue and Orren for a long, contemplative moment before striding over to them on the Sands. Kaelyandra bristled somewhere off to the side. V'tyai ignored her. He crossed his arms over his chest, browns drawn into a glower. When he spoke, it was in sharp, clipped tones full of 'i want to shank you but cant'.
"Marue. I am telling you this once and only once: should I hear of a single incident of you behaving the way you do, you will never Stand. I will make it my lifes goal to chain you in solitary. You don't scream. No insults. No shorts. Make googley eyes at the guards and you will not look at another person for a long time." His lip curled into something almost a smile, if not for the fact he probably just chanelled Gus. "And so help me, I will shave you bald if you scream at me, insult me, or look at me funny. Am I clear?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 4:19 pm
Marue pranced after Orren as he made his way over to the Cheerful sneak-theif egg. He was so nice, so kind. The girl found herself genuinely liking someone for the first time since she had arrived at Warden's. Her smile genuinely brightened, and lit up those big green eyes. "Yeah!" She gave a small giggle. Marue hadn't cared for the blues and the way they clashed at first, but maybe Orren was right. It did seem to have a friendly air, after all, and despite her earlier dismissal she reached out to place her hands on the shell. Something had changed in the girl's demeanor as she relaxed. The airs and vanity seemed to be put to the side as she began to enjoy herself, but before her hand could reach the egg, Warden V'tyai was looming over her. She stood slowly, her posture ever slightly curled away from him as if she expected to be hit.
It was not an easy thing to scare Marue. She was a child who had grown up completely sheltered from the ills of others, with the exception of her parents of course. Even then, there had always been someone there trying to protect her. First Nanny Glayglay, then the cook, and eventually even her own parents--perhaps out of some odd sort of guilt. She had lived most of her life free of the consequences that plagued others, a condition that bred a dangerous kind of fearlessness. But Warden V'tyai... There was an honesty in his voice, an honesty of the most frightening and familiar kind she had ever known. The smile immediately left the girl's eyes, and as he spoke, she visibly shrank. Her eyes widened with an honest fear as she listened to that sharp voice tinged with violence. She'd known a voice like that once. Then, it had been slurred with drunkenness. Not V'tyai though. The violence insinuated by his tone was one that most wouldn't think a girl like Marue was acquainted with, but she knew it damned well. She knew it well enough to know that the Warden did not lie when he spoke, that there was likely worse in store for her than he threatened, should she falter. Nervously, her eyes darted between the Warden and Orren, but she expected to find no solace. Orren was just the help. If he was smart, and she prayed he was, he'd keep his mouth shut and himself out of trouble.
"...Yes sir..." Her voice had gone small, a frightened squeak of a sound as she looked up at the Warden who suddenly seemed ten feet tall. V'tyai had managed to ( at least temporarily ) crush something in the girl that none at the prison had managed to. It would likely rear its head again, for her brash nature was never gone long, but to look at her now one might think she'd never step out of line again. Most knew better. By all that's holy, if Orren hadn't hated her before he would now, she was sure of it. If the fear in her wasn't enough, wondering what Orren would think of her now was enough to bring her to a thorough humiliation. Her eyes began to water and the girl bit the inside of her cheek hard. She was a Du'Lace, by the first egg she had to hold it together. She was humiliated enough without bursting into tears like some common child. She looked out over the eggs, at the Bristling goldrider, at the guards, at the other prisoners, who all seemed to be staring at her, disapproving and full of disdain. Suddenly she'd wished she'd stayed in her cell, and never come to this damnable touching. Suddenly she wished that she'd never made the mistake that led her to this horrible place. She could have been so much better, so much nicer. More like Orren. More like Old Glayglay. Maybe then she'd never have been shoved in this miserable place.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 6:23 pm
Joscelin moved on to the Noisy Socialite Egg. It was large and deep royal purple with markings all over the shell. He looked over the egg and laid a hand on it and winced at the noise. SO much Noise! He pulled his hand back before he could send anything unpleasant at the egg, besides his disdain at the noise.
He looked over the yellow egg, the queen egg. Well possible queen egg, he was sure they were supposed to be gold. The egg was yellow and cheery and it wouldn't be proper for him to touch it being male. Perhaps if he just brushed it on his way to the Royal Blue egg just beyond...
Taking a deep breath, Joscelin moved and discreetly touched the shell of the Golden Melody Egg, where the egg nearly brushed it's clutch sib. Ooh, it was chatty and nervous, scared? Joscelin sent a soft wave of reassurance back to the egg and moved on.
He really wasn't sure he wanted to touch the egg next to the Melody egg. The peacock feather was just a bit much. Joscelin spared it a glance and reached over, touching and wince. No... just, no. The egg could shake it's thing elsewhere.
Turning he left and approached the round bi color blue egg. It was a lovely shade of robin egg blue, smaller but not as tiny as the Hug egg. He hummed, reaching down and touched it listening to the calmer egg as it poked about. Joscelin stroked over the egg's shell a bit more, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere of something not yelling at him.
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