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Post by Moss on Oct 10, 2009 18:19:09 GMT -6
**M/13 nods carefully, then, with tiger-like movements, climbs off the chair. On the floor, she stretches once or twice, before looking back at her host.** This is true. Although. **She carefully scans the room, sharp senses storing every detail.** I am living... **She begins to lope towards the door, apparently deciding to explore the rest of her newfound shelter.** Just not the right kind....
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Post by Marcescens on Oct 15, 2009 19:43:14 GMT -6
The Captain watched her go in silence. He had noted that this creature was in fact, very strange to him. But strange in a unique and good sort of way. There was nothing he could do to help her. She'd realize sooner or later that it doesn't matter what she looks like. But that is that. And the Captain wouldn't try to change her mind much more.
Watching M/13 walk towards the door, he put both hands on the back of a chair lightly. "There are plenty of rooms, and the other ghosts shouldn't bother you at all." He smiled, a very toothey grin, scary yet warm at the same time.
Eye sockets narrowing slightly, he breathed a heavy sighing breath before walking around the table and neatly setting the chair back in place and ensuring the plate was exactly near to perfect as to not get in trouble by the beloved cooks. Beloved and oddly traditioned cooks. That made a half grin twinge across his skull before fading as he put his hands in his pockets, turning back around to M/13's advance on the door.
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Post by Moss on Oct 15, 2009 19:59:28 GMT -6
**The door opens just in time to contradict The Captain's statement about the other ghosts. A figure strides in, his body shape resembling the other skeleton's. He's absurdedly skinny and tall, with his clothes hanging off him. Unlike th captain though, he seems to have skin covering those bones. Akin that is forming his face into a very snobby look. The ghost takes a few more steps in, showing off his medieval style garments. His pale eyes flicker from The Captain, to M/13, then back to the Captain. Turning his nose up in distaste, he says.** hm. I didn't know you had a pet Captain.
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Post by Marcescens on Oct 15, 2009 20:17:40 GMT -6
If the Captain still had his flintlock pistol, Lord Tybalt would have three new holes in the middle of his face. But the Captain was a very calm fellow, very tolerent, and quick with a strong tongue. He showed no signs of surprise, but his gaze was hard like iron fists.
"Lord Tybalt," He said, straightening to his taller height and looking down at the ghost.
"I thought that I man of your status could tell the difference between a guest and a pet." He made a surprised 'HUFF' in surprise.
"How dreadfully unobservant of me." He said mockingly dramaticly, placing a long bony hand on his 'cheek'.
Whipping around to look at M/13, his red pupils gazed at her face, almost begging not to put up an big argument. His facial expression softened slightly.
"Please excuse this utterly horrible old man!" He said loud enough for Lord Tybalt to hear.
"The truth is, skeletons and older ghosts are really grumpy. The have mosses and molds growing in their joints." He said with a 'flat' sort of expression, looking highly unamused. "I do beg your pardon..."
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Post by Moss on Oct 15, 2009 20:29:39 GMT -6
**M/13 watches carefully, her ear flattening back. She didn't know what a pet was, but she could smell the tension between these two. and that Lord Tybalt... something about his face reminded her of the head scientists who had made her. Needless to day, she instantly disliked him.
Turning back to the captain, she tipped her head, realizing slowly that whatever Tybalt had said, it was an insult. Her hair bristles and, in all truth, the only thing that keeps her from leaping onto him is that disgusting, dead, smell that's wafting off his bones.**
**Tybalt frowns for a moment, then quickly straightens his features. Looking down his nose at the Captain, he sneers.** Dreadfully unobservant of you yes. To not realize this pestilence you were inviting into your own domain.
**Looking back at the 'creature' a certain look of victory makes its way across his features as he notices her anger. this is one ghost who is obviously taking full advantage of his death.**
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Post by Marcescens on Oct 15, 2009 20:37:41 GMT -6
"See?" The Captain smiles warmly down at M/13.
"Old. Cranky. Way to much moss. He must have been sleeping too long. I remember very old folks back in hte days of being alive used to sleep all day. Maybe that's what Lord Tybalt does. Who knows what he does in his spare time."
To be honest, The Captain truley regretted saying things like this. He'd much prefere to get on everyone's side, which, he had thought he did. This figure made him ever so frustrated, a rare emotion for the Captain nowadays.
"Ahh, but it is not only I who can be unobservant when it comes to old ghosts such as he, but clearly he cannot tell or remember that all are welcom here. That I observe."
His red gaze turned on Lord Tybalt. "A slight lack of manners." He murmured with a slight 'tsk' 'tsk'.
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Post by Moss on Oct 15, 2009 20:45:42 GMT -6
**This time, M/13 seems truly confused, but she does pick up on the words 'all are welcome' and begins to settle. She sits back on her haunches, but her body never looses that tense, predatory way. Something else begins to click in her mind though. This is a lot of people for her... she hasn't been in the company of more then one person able to talk since... since she left the lab. Closing her eyes slowly, and then reopening them, she forces herself to think of this as a good thing, no matter how unpleasant this company smells, of acts. Well, The Captain is okay, for sure. Just this new guy.... who seems thoroughly un-likeable.**
**Tybalt gives a little sniff, and raises his head more. with a grad attitude, he walks away from The Captain, making it clear that to him, the Captain was not important enough to be dealt with. He goes and, instead, sits at the table, and takes out a sword, which he methodically begins to polish.**
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Post by Marcescens on Oct 15, 2009 20:50:17 GMT -6
The Captain frowns and watches him sit at the table. Turning his skull back towars M/13 he exhaules quite louder then expected. "Alrighty. Don't know about you, but I think I'll be wandering elsewhere.... I have no need to argue with others." He seemed slightly 'worn out' at this, but straightening up, he smiles.
"Is there anything you wanted to see around the Nevermore House?"
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Post by Moss on Oct 15, 2009 20:57:30 GMT -6
**A thin smile traces across Tybalt's lips, but it's message is much louder. To him, he's won. After all, he's the one who gets to stay in the room isn't he?** Goodbye Captain. **He sneers, running his polishing rag over his sword once again.**
**M/13 nods and stands.** Anything that's worth seeing. **She growls gutturally. On her lithe legs, she trots over to The Captain, ears and eyes still taking in everything of her environment.**
**Had she turned around to see Tybalt, she might have had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widen as she actually talks. On his imperishable dignity keeps him from blurting out 'it... it talks?' and he quickly turns away to continue taking care of his sword, to make sure the captain doesn't see his surprise.**
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Post by Marcescens on Oct 24, 2009 12:05:40 GMT -6
Straightening up to appear taller then his already taller height, The Captain gives a small sniff. "Ferwell for now Lord Tybalt..." The Captain says politely. Turning to look at M/13, a small thin smiles stretches across his boney features.
"Excellent suggestion. Let's get away from here." With gret strides, he walks to the door, goes through and holds the door open for M/13 to come. The red pupils gave a last silent glare at Lord Tybalt...
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Post by Moss on Oct 24, 2009 17:25:11 GMT -6
**M/13 carefully trots through the door in that weird, impossible way she has- somehow infinitely awkward and infinitely graceful all at once. with one last flick of her tail, she dissapears down the hall.**
**Lord Tybalt watches them go, eyes half-closed in a snooty, victorious sneer.**
ooc: you wanna make a new board for someplace else, or keep it here?
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Post by Marcescens on Oct 26, 2009 20:04:34 GMT -6
((OOC: Meh, up to you. XD ))
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Post by Moss on Oct 30, 2009 16:22:36 GMT -6
ooc: let's make a new board... I'll let you though, since it's your mansion  |
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Post by Marcescens on Oct 30, 2009 17:33:02 GMT -6
((OOC: You have people that live here too.  XDD )) |
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