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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 8:21 am
A long time ago, in a courtroom far, far away - several people gathered and decided that the dark ages were slowly comming to an end. That the age of shackles and whips, burning at the stake and iron maidens had closed - and a new law must rise to take its place. Thus, on that day, they banned the use of cruel and unusual punnishments to spare the innocent from unjust prosecution and to better instill a sense of wellbeing in those who lived and abided beneath this benevolent law. However - that law was about to be broken, not so much in cruelty, but Donna had had quite enough of her sons crap and decided upon the latter....hard, unusual punnishment.
"Here we are, your new home away from home for the next week - or until you learn something about treating others." Carl couldn't help but cringe, watching his mother as she gestured to the destination that, ever since last night, she'd planned to drop him. Willow's house...or...whatever she chose to call it. The sensation of the fabric strap against his bare flesh was uncomfortable, but he still shrugged it closer against him, as though the small bundle of clothes could somehow protect him from his fate.
Donna saw his discomfort but didn't budge. No - this time he was going to learn whether he wanted to or not. Again she kneeled down and nudged him forwards, sparing only a brief token of affection, a kiss on the head, before stepping away and turning off to leave her child at the mercy of his new hosts.
Within minutes she was gone, and Carl was on his own, slightly sulking as he stepped forwards towards the entrance and cast a glance around, hoping Willow was even about - if only so he wouldn't be alone.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 8:40 am
LP peeked her head from around the tree and sniggered. "Willow you're charge is here." She whispered so Carl wouldn't hear and with that she dissapered into her cave sliding down a new entrance she'd made.
Ah it wasn't Willow to first bring the tidings of punishment. The Dark Ages here still lingered. "For One so brave you shiver much." There was a chitter and jeering came from seemingly around Carl. "Such Will here won't help you!"
There bouncing from the bushes came a Kitten...... no a card... no both. She had the Death or Doom Card for a body and her hear, arms and tail was pure white, as her orbs glowed red.
"Thorn leave him be. He has work to do." Her arms crossed. "Come carl we have lots of work to do." Her tail flickered as did her ears in an irrated mannor. "You can leave you're bags there Sir Larwence will take care of them." She turned and motioned for him to follow her. "Rosey please fetch me some lemonaid." She asked as she walked towards the temple.
"Make sure to clean you're feet off before you enter." She said as she moved along.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 8:49 am
What the? Ok - Carl was pretty sure that nomatter how weird it was to talk to ghosts, having a kitten fused with a card was WAY beyond his comfort level. He eyed her for a moment or so, but soon forgot her as Willow sauntered from her dwelling and began the typical dishing out of orders. Great - he could see where this was going - but he ALSO saw he was stranded in an unfamiliar area, at the mercy of the Tiger and her own guardian, so it was the grduging knowledge of the hard facts that kept his beak shut as he set down what little luggage he had and quickly made to catch up.
He did so soon enough and looked up at his peer, a non-existant brow arching as he silently questioned just what she planned to do with him, although...something in his stomach told him he'd find out much soner than he might like, regardless of whether she answered the intent look or not.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 9:48 am
Willow paying no mind to the look that Carl gave her walked on towards the garden. Everything in the temple had a chinese or Japanese essence to it.
Willow wouldn't have tooken carl 'in' so to speak had there not been a kings ransom at hand for doing this. Donna had told her want was needed of her and after finding the worth of this she agreed.
It was one thing to handle ghosts, it was another to handle Velveteens like carl. "We'll start out here." She said as they finally reached the Japanese style Garden, stepping out slowly. Passing the small pond filled with minature Koi, pausing in the middle of the wooden walk way. Pointing to what looked like mini drums with handles she looked at carl brows furrowed.
"We shall start with sanding the floor." She said before taking the sanders in her hands and showing him how she wanted them done. "First you're left handed sander goes counter-clock wise and then the right hand goes clock wise."
Her tail flickered as she moved on to sit on the bench at one of the ends of the walk way. "Don't forget Left Counter Clock Wise, Right Clock Wise. The whole floor. Tomorrow you can do the inside." She caught the lemonaid that was floating to her.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 9:53 am
Carl watched the delicate fish and enjoyed the peaceful hues and tints pertaining to the classical Japanese stye, appreciating the concept behind some foreign palace of far away that he may ver ywell dub worthy of being his own one day.
But he'd not expected to WORK in a place as serene as this! "You're making me do what now?" It was preposterous! Carl narrowed his gaze and crowssed his arms, head inclined slightly as though to further accent his point of 'you're joking'. "And what would I learn from that? Other than how to sand a floor...it's certainly not useful for more elegant lessons in a handsome mans manner..."
Not that he was a man, persay, nor was he as well kept as usual since the beginning of his molt.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 10:07 am
Willow turned from her sun bathing to look at Carl. "How...." She started pausing before glaring at him. "Ohhhh are we too good to be doing work? Donna sent you here to learn something."
Her arms crossed.
Time to cue the cat. Thorn hopped by, "Upset a cat loose some blood, upset a tiger loose you're head." She jeered at carl as she hopped through and stopped to watch the fishes her tail flickering.
Willow looked at Thorn.... maybe this parasite wasn't as bad as she had thought. She grinned, "Look here Carl if you expect to become a great king.... so to speak.... you must learn humbleness first." She got up her lemonaid floating beside the chair. She stopped walking beside Carl and looked down at him fangs barred.
"If you expect the people to like you and your rule you don't try to over throw a tyrent you better listen." She shakes her and moves back to her chair. "Buttt if you don't want to learn to rule like a respectful nontryant I don't suppose I can make you." She shurged and walked back to her chair and sat down. "I'll just tell Donna that you want to be a mean and curl tyrent and dissapoint her."
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 10:15 am
This caught the bird's attention. To become a King! That's why he'd been sent here! Beforehand, he'd merely thought it punnishment, but a smile came to his features as the thought dawned to him as did the realization of how truly fortunate he was to have such loyal subjects as Willow.
Ah, denial, be it ever so sweet.
Carl nodded sagely, conciously making his movements elegant as he leaned down and flipped the left sander into his hand. "I'll do it...." The sapphire optics turned to Willow, and a pose of determined glory was taken to his muscular frame. "I'll do this, so that my subjects will know that their King has heard thier piteous cries from the depths of thier poor lack of grace!" The next sander was picked up, his head tossed proudly and forcefully shoved the sanders into the wooden grain, memory serving well to remind him the proper rhythm as he began his task with unbridled vigor.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 10:22 am
Willow watched Carl, "And don't sand a hole in my floor!" She said. Her tail flickered as she watched him. Ah that did it, although had she known he thought of her as a subject she'd hit him upside the head.
Watching Carl she smirked. She could get all the work done her temple without having to lift a finger. Best of all LP and Donna both apporved of it. She'd teach Carl as the lessons went on. "Now remember you're nothing but a humble pesent sanding the floor." She said crossing her legs as she sat there basking in the sun sipping on her lemonaid.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 10:26 am
He was forced to be more careful in his ministrations the further he sanded, not wanting to accidentally break through and be forced to rebuild it. Just because he COULD haul heavy lumber, tools, and probably knock a nail in with just his fist - that didn't mean he particularly wanted to.
Regardless of his attitude, he still didn't like being called a peasant, and decided it best to finally reveal his secret project to at least ONE person. Something not even his mom knew much about. "For your information, I've already begun forging my crown - with jewels and everything."
Well...not jewels - but broken glass counted, right? It was close enough for the purpose anyways...besides, jewels were much harder to find than he'd initially thought.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 10:35 am
Willow looked at him brow lofted. "Oh? Well your not in you're kingdom right now my dear Carl." She stated softly and threateningly. "You are in my domain and while you are here your under my rule. Is that understood? You're no king untill you've learned the ropes. Being as myself knows these ropes like the back of my paw you will not speak of such petty things as a crown. Understood?"
She figured Toby also knew things about being a king, even if he was a soon to be knight and she'd watched enough movies to know what she needed to do to break Carl of his high and mightyness. Her tail flickered once again.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 10:40 am
And...she had a point. He inwardly whimpered, but continued to sand as he'd been instructed, hoping that the tiger was being truthful in the fact that this would make him a better King. Crown or not - he still had his royal airs to uptain.
The going was slower than he liked, but eventually he managed to get a good solid sanding across the way, albeit an eventually that came after he'd lost a considerable amount of his remaining feathers to wind, scraping against the floor, and slipping - once.
Oh how his subjects would weep to see him like this now...The sanders were set asside for a moment as he checked his tail, counting the now sawdust colored feathers to assure himself that at least it remained. Or better still...Gener reverse roll time. He looked at Willow. "Does this make my feathers look thin?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 12:04 pm
Willow looked at him. Her eyes narrowed. "For a second there I though you were going to ask does this make me look fat." She gave a malviolent grin.
"Oh yes you'll have to clean those up too." She pointed to the feathers that were still in her garden. "I can't have feathers inhere ruins the Zen."
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 12:13 pm
Gruesome as the expression was, Carl eyed the sawdust and twitched his tail, watching the remaining feathers serve as a feather-duster to sweep up the remains. "I'll just kill two birds with one stone."
Backwards and forwards, he began walking, twitching his tail in timely fashion until a pile of dust and feathers had been gathered to the side of the work site, leaving it passibly clean. "Happy now?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 12:19 pm
Willow yawned, "Trash can is just inside there's a broom and dust pan beside of it. I expect that mess to be put into the trash can and not left out here."
She looked at the time and smiled. "Great we have time for you to do some more work. After that!"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 2:00 pm
Carl left the mess in its place to go and seek said broom and pan, not returning until he'd established where it and the can was before moving back outside and sweeping it all into the proper carrier of filth. Both implements of cleanliness were then taken inside and disposed of, as needed, before he returned to where Willow lazed and plopped down beside her.
"So, now what?"
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