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 Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 8:43 pm
 Oh no. No. No. No. This would not do at ALL. The weapons area of the strangely large weapons shed was a total mess. Or at least the silver female was viewing it that way. It was actualy still neat and tidey as it usual was, but the guns. Oh the guns on the walls and the tables, they were just.
No.
She shook her head. The colours were off, the sizes, the types, just everything was off. Brows lowered as her black tiped ears pined themselves back. Fangs gritted as Pestilence tapped her claws against the floor thinking of what to do, or rather trying to maybe just maybe stop herself from having yet another mega anger outburst.
"JAAAAAAACK!" Clearly now was not the time to even try and hold back an anger outburst. "JAAAAAAAAACK~ WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?! -THIS...THIS...ARG!"
Tails thrashed about wildly as the female huffed, walking about the shed. Claws dug into the floor leaving little marks as she looked around. Weapons room, workshop, where had he gone off to. He wasn't supposed to have life of his own. Oh no, when this little Horseman wanted something from you, you had better be around. Finally she poked her head outside. "JACK! I KNOW YOU'RE AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE! -NOW GET OUT HERE! THIS IS NOT WHAT I PAY YOU FOR!" Pestilence was not happy today.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 8:56 pm
Jack had actually been trying to do his job. Be that he hadn't received pay YET... But he had to have his pudding break! He trotted with spoon and pudding cup in mouth, pen and a paper containing all of her weapons in his paws.
He was actually..happy for today. But, he heard that familiar shriek and his ears pinned. "...Great...", he muttered, sighing. When he got closer to her, he took the half eaten pudding and the spoon from his mouth and held them in his paw, slipping the paper and the pen into his jacket for temporary keep.
"What, Pez? What do you want?" he snorted, tilting his head. "Or..what did I do now..?" he added, taking a bite of pudding.
And fortunately for them both, the old witch hag was nowhere to be found, keeping her temper in check at the Jack's house.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 9:49 pm
Hadn't received pay. Most likely to never receive pay, getting an excuse like 'it got lost in the mail' or something of the sort.
Eyes narrowed beneath her mask, as Jack poped up, pudding in hand..or rather paw. When did she tell him that he could take a break? She was pretty sure that she hadn't told him at any point that he was allowed such a thing as breaks. And always with the pudding, she'd never understand why he liked pudding so much. And if he was going to be taking breaks to....to sit around and eat pudding when he oviously should have been right there before she even called him then she was going to have to talk to him about that. But first thing was first.
She needed to talk to him about her guns.
"YOU!" she hissed, her gaze shifting from him to her guns. She lifted a paw, an army man dropping out from her arm sock as she pointed to the wall. "MY GUNS SHOULD BE ORGANIZED BY SIZE, COLOUR, TYPE, AND USE! -THERE'S A SILVER ONE NEXT TO A GREY ONE! THEY AREN'T IN PROPER ORDER! AND y-you should have --had this fixed...a long time--" Pestilence's voice squeaked, suddenly going rather quiet.
What exactly was going on? She coughed, opening her mouth again to shout at him some more, but nothing seemed to come out. She blinked, trying to grasp what was happening. She paused, her look going blank and emotionless before it quickly turned into her usual peeved look. She droped her head onto the ground, her forehead pressed against the floor. She'd have been growling, if she'd have been able to.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 10:01 pm
Snort. He shook his head, placing the cup on the ground, spoon still in his mouth. Fishing in his jacket for a sec, he brought out the sheet of paper with all of her weapons on it, and alot of arrows pointing around with different places. He sighed, pointing at it distastefully. "Kay, I was doing it, and I wasn't finished, ALRIGHT?", he growled, but then it stopped instantly.
....WHY did it just get quiet... a grin creeped across his smug face, flickering his ears. "What was that, Pez..?", he mocked, holding a paw to his ears, "Because I didn't QUITE catch that.." This really was turning into quite the day he had been wanting it to...Finally free of her voice for WHO knows how long~
Oh..This was going to be GOOD....
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 10:56 pm
A brow had arched at his little sheet of paper, filled with her weapons and many many arrows. How that explained anything she didn't know. That didn't prove he was working on it, it just showed he was doing something that involved a drawing a lot of arrows. AND he was growling at her! And she had only pointed out that he should have been done already, but noooo he had to take a pudding break or whatever it had been and he guns were still a mess.
Her ears perked up, gaze shifting at him as he held a paw to his ear. Was he....Was he mocking her? Lifting her head up she opened her maw yet again, and still no words seemed to come. What was wrong with her? Why was he voice not working? Why couldn't she just tell him that he'd better shut his trap before she blew him up? Or shoved a poisoned cupcake down his throat.
"Y-y...ou--" her voice was hoarse and she barely managed to get that one word out. It seemed almost silent, and so she was quick to show her fangs. If she couldn't growl, she could barely speak then she'd have to get the message across in other ways. She hadn't quite thought of using her telepathy as of yet, but soon enough the idea would strike her...If she could manage to concentrate long enough anyways.
Her tails thumped against the ground, as she glared. Digging a paw into a sleeve she pulled out an army man, qiuckly chucking it at his head.
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