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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 6:50 pm
Something was coming towards him. s**t.
Evasive action? Sure, why not. Teil had the sneaking suspicion he hadn't done anything like this in a while.
Twirling in the air like a graceful ballerina-- or a plane spinning just before it crashes, the demon wished to all hell that there were more trees about. That would've made this a tad easier.
Following the road probably wouldn't lead to any help-- with Asteil's current luck, it would probably lead to more UNHELPFUL people, actually. But--
One of his twists brought a mildly recognizable character into Asteil's line of vision-- unfortunately next to the unicorn. Great.
Oh well...
Swooping back towards the coon standing beside the stupid unicorn, Asteil landed and cocked his head to the side. "You grew."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 6:56 pm
"Fancy that," Edmund murmured cordially.
Madison rolled his eyes, catching the shimmer as it fell back to earth, slipping it back onto its proper finger single-handedly and withdrawing his presence from any conversation that might occur, giving Edmund ample opportunity to... God, he hoped the coon didn't encourage any visits to a certain beta.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 6:59 pm
"Where's your brother?" Asteil asked cautiously. Edmund was always someone it was good to be cautious around, if only because he was extraordinarily weird. "Or are you going to be unhelpful too?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:05 pm
Madison rolled his eyes. Unhelpful. Ha. Okay, so it was mostly his fault Asteil was in the trouble he was in at present, even if Asteil's definition of current trouble was quite different from Madison's. Still, 'ungrateful' was quickly added to the list of derogatory adjectives the unicorn had worked up to describe the demon.
"I'm afraid I am unable to answer you correctly," Edmund nodded his head apologetically. "My brother has taken to a habit of... wandering, as of late. Perhaps residual from the Quest, or the time before it...
"And speaking of such, please forgive if I be bold, you seem remarkably recovered."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:08 pm
"'Recovered'?" Asteil blinked. "From what? What are you talking about, Eddie?"
Everything was so... confusing right now. Why did he know this coon...? Wait... Atticus' brother. Sort of. Whatever. That wasn't important right now. Who was that unicorn? Why was he unhelpful?
"...what's going on?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:13 pm
Great, now he asked questions again. Admittedly, Madison liked this version better, but still...
"You seem... somewhat confused," Edmund said tactfully, if thoroughly unhelpfully. "I'm afraid I only know hearsay, rumor of your troubles... Forgive me that I cannot help you as much as you may like."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:22 pm
Asteil grimaced. "Where's Atticus?" he asked more pointedly, since Edmund appeared to be of very little knowledge he deigned worth sharing. "If you'll bother to tell me-- if not I'd best be on my way."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:25 pm
"As I said, Asteil, I haven't the slightest notion where my wayward brother might be," he apologized yet again. "And if I may intrude, to where are you planning to make your way?"
Liar. Useful liar, but a liar. Good to keep that in mind.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:28 pm
"Anywhere I might find Atticus?" Asteil grinned. "I'll catch you later, Eddie-- I'm sure you could enlighten me about everything you know," the demon rolled his eyes as he took to the sky on those delicate wings again. "See ya for now~"
And then he was zipping off above the road in an attempt to find someone who might be a bit more helpful.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:38 pm
"Chipper, isn't he?" Madison commented dully, watching Asteil fly off, twisting the shimmer on his finger with an absent-minded sort of vindictiveness.
"He's always been rather bright," Edmund agreed agreeably.
"So are you going to explain things to me or do I get to track down your lovely brother?"
"There isn't much to tell, I'm afraid."
"Oh ho, so you are interested."
Edmund pretended he hadn't heard that. "I'm sure you can discern the tale for yourself, without asking those directly involved. Pursue the attention of Balin if you must, he is the most likely to give you an impartial overview."
"Helpful b*****d, aren't you? And I mean that in all ways."
"I would expect no less, Garden. Good evening."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:12 pm
After a while, Asteil landed, reminded rather painfully of why he didn't fly for long periods of time, nor attempt complicated evasive maneuvers. Damn these gorgeous wings! As much as it felt wonderful to have the wind brush against the gossamer strands which they were made of, it hurt like hell to fly for too long.
Wait. That was a building.
Knocking on the door of the Townhouse, Asteil prayed he'd find something useful. Or someone. Or Atticus.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 10:47 pm
Arthur realized after a deliberately long, prolonged silence, that he was probably the only one around to answer the door. He was inclined not to do it at all, but Jan probably wouldn't approve of his turning away any visitor at all. Not even salesmen. She delighted in tales of how others inflicted woe upon the unfortunate race (for Arthur was determined to think of them as a species--such a talent for annoyance could only be instinctual and/or hereditary).
Therefore, as he rather appreciated her tolerance of his presence (not to mention that she afforded him room and board--somehow, he wasn't sure from whence her income came), he felt the eventual imperative to answer.
Taking his own sweet time in hopes that the visitor might think better of intrusion, he was disappointed to find a demon at the door. A demon with the scent of... Hm, Atticus. Was the beta in the habit of making friends now?
"What do you want?" he snapped aggressively, eager for any opportunity to chase the visitor away.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 12:43 am
Asteil bowed to the rat, wondering what the hell was going on-- was there something going around he didn't know about, or was this guy just naturally... icky? Not icky in the sense that he looked like he had just crawled out from the bottom of a pile of sticky garbage-- more that icky that sent shivers down your spine like someone with a terrible disease just spit on your grave and the germs were making their way down to feast on your corpse.
Well, that was a pleasant thought.
"Do you know where I could find Atticus, the Beta of the coon pack, sir?" Teil asked before a fact suddenly hit the demon. "And did you realize you're green?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 10:23 am
Little did Asteil know, but he had managed to touch upon the two forbidden subjects of Arthur's mind in about five seconds flat. We have a winner.
"Am I? Am I really?" Arthur asked, not a little bit sarcastically. "Does that seem unnatural to you?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 10:27 am
"Actually, I think it's kinda cool," Teil grinned, pushing away the 'icky' feeling. "I've never met anyone who's green before. At least... I don't think I have. I don't remember a lot right now, which is why I need to find Atticus-- do you know where he is?"
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