Still. It was a scheme of ultimate genius, was it not?
- Tone of voice:ultimate loathing
- Tone of voice:working
Mutt: Afk a minute, going to see if I can find Piper
Mutt: Urgh. X(
Mutt: I FOUND 'IM. And it was HORRIBLE. He PURRED.
Anke: prr?
Mutt: So I beat him to death, and now he knows who's boss.
Anke: plus, you don't have a sick cat anymore
Mutt: Those crunching sounds from the next room prove he has been subdued.
Mutt: I don't know - I'm feeding him only small amounts today, because he's been off his food (and threw up this morning).
Anke: :/
* Piper looks up from his biscuits on the landing and glares. Nobody come near!!! While he is eating!!!! He knows you're all plotting to take his food away!!!!!!
Anke: mrrr
***Mutt afks again to play with him
Mutt: He still seems a little bit odd, but I dunno.
Anke: nor do I
Mutt: I let him out, anyway, so if he pukes it'll be outside.
Anke: good thinking
Weft: *flatly* I can't believe how much you pamper that thing.
Anke: Everybody needs a hobby
Weft: It's nowhere near as bad as the way Suitov pampers HIS pet, though.
Suitov: Excuse me!
Weft: It's true.
Nico: Which pet?
Nico: Or possibly, "What pet?"
Weft: Large, black, smelly, drools, snores, breaks wind, sticks its nose into stinky things, demonic red eyes, sound familiar?
Nico: Ah. I thought that was his familiar.
Weft: Isn't that a fancy word for a pet when you don't want to look like a fool for pampering and spoiling it rotten?
Suitov: I don't pamper him.
Weft: *long, slow blink*
Suitov: All right, I do.
Nico: Well, I guess you can afford it?
Suitov: *cheerfully* I'd pamper Weft too, if he'd let me. And Sylvie, if I didn't think it would give her young man the wrong idea.
Anke: XD
Nico: You're cute. <3
Suitov: *mutters* and Jaina, if she were ever around.
Nico: aww. :(
Suitov: You're cuter, although if I were your height it might be a close contest.
Weft: No, it really wouldn't.
Nico: Yavu'd beat either of us, anyway. ^_^
Weft: Don't say that where he can hear, or he'll start thinking he's in with a chance.
Nico: OK
Weft: He's NOT in with a chance, is he?
Nico: Probably not.
Weft: Good, ..... probably?!
Suitov: Weft, it's considered poor form to show jealousy.
Nico: I'd like it on record that it wasn't me who said that.
* Suitov writes it down and sticks it on the notice board.
Nico: Thank you
Weft: I'm not jealous of hi.... her... which one did you m...?... I mean I'm not jealous of either of them. I just think Nico could do better, like someone less likely to have fleas.
* Nico breaks out in giggles
Suitov: But Yavu seems quite taken with Nico.
Weft: *scoffs* This coming from someone who really thinks Jaina likes HIM for his supposed personality...!
Nico: Some people don't share your taste, maybe?
Weft: Yes, some people have a taste for money as well as backstabbing.
Nico: As opposed to only stabbing?
Weft: Yes. They bleed you slow before destroying you.
Nico: That's nasty.
Weft: *shrug* I'm trained to be truthful, not nice.
Nico: Now I'm confused
Suitov: I think Weft believes your friend Yavu will con you.
Nico: I lost the thread.
Nico: Something about Jaina going to kill you, too?
Suitov: She only tends to kill vampires, demons and unlife.
Weft: SHE says.
Weft: Maybe you'll be lucky. Maybe she'll only backstab you figuratively, break your heart, trample all over your feelings and leave you feeling like the lowest form of dirt.
Nico: If I didn't know better, I'd suspect you had a nasty break-up behind you.
Suitov: *nods silently*
- Tone of voice:inquisitive
When I ever have time.
- Tone of voice:busy, itchy
It does not crop all that well to 100×100px.
So that is what I look like.
edit, 16.02.09: And a Pounce. Now we are book-ends...
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1)
2) See worlds peace (Weft, no sniggering)
3) Decide about children -- perhaps adoption -- and act on it
( More time-wasting frippery )
Normal ransom demands are along the lines of "do what we say or we will hurt your loved ones". This? "Do what we say and they will still very probably get hurt, but it will be your fault." Or look like my fault, anyway, no matter that the odds may have been deliberately stacked against us. A pretty little rat trap.
Can't relinquish control, that's my trouble. I never could trust anybody else to be as competent as I am. Or, in this case, have the right priorities.
I could just let him die and train a new one.
- Tone of voice:cold
Consider this an open invitation to ask me questions about my setting, background or anything that will help "flesh me out as a character" (or, presumably, do likewise for Shade).
I will endeavour to give useful answers to anything I don't consider intrusive or rude, and I don't imagine any topic apart from gossip about women or lurid details of past romances will be out of bounds, but be warned that there is a possibility I will refuse certain unforeseen categories of question.
There, curse you all, theatrics as ordered. *might be grinning a little, yes*
One once told me "I'm standard issue, sir." What does one say to that? "Very good; carry on"?
The institution lent us costumes for the occasion. They are... interesting.
So far we have been greeted by a wildcard and royalty. Sadly, it seems all is not serene in the monarchal household.
I must talk to that Joker.
1 I assure you that it did not make any more sense at the time.
2 And if you believe that, Offwhite City is a good place for a holiday. Something is odd about that Hall.
The world enjoys substantiating my pessimism.
Some things should stay dead—and this blasted board was one of them!
Killing puppies is not going to suffice this time. I must think of something really depraved.
- Tone of voice:bemoaning my^W Xan's existence
Weft is more insufferable than ever. Every time I think he has peaked, he finds another novel method of getting under my skin. If only he could apply his beast instinct to any other pursuit than driving me mad, perhaps we should stand a chance of getting out of this place.
He is, however, an imbecile. And so, as ever, intelligent Rige is the only one getting anything important done. A cure for vampiric weaknesses would be small figs in comparison to a cure for Weft, Xan, Caliban, Imp and that book-befouling baggage.
- Tone of voice:disdainful doldrums
Arrest my fiend of an author! She must be stopped.
- In the background:Gilbert and Sullivan - that infernal nonsense Pinnafore
Never occurred to me that it wasn't innocent.
Meanwhile, I am officially perplexed at being portrayed as a dragon. I like books, too, and nobody has ever painted one and claimed it was me. (N.B. not an invitation.)
So interesting that I've read the last paragraph six times.
...
*looks at the time* Ohforgoodness'sake.
Hi, Weft, shall we head over there and set up a religion? I can zap like a good'un.
Grievance: a villainelle
I make an uncongenial host.
No bodies ever come to dine.
My subtleness I miss the most.
A shadow of my self; a ghost
(I blame the loss of Basaltine)
I make an uncongenial host.
Impelled to posture, sneer and boast
Of every petty, sly design,
My subtleness I miss the most.
And when in bookish work engrossed
Or machinating plans malign,
I make an uncongenial host.
I'll never join you in a toast,
My dears, I don't drink (ha ha) wine --
My subtleness I miss the most.
My mind once worked as it was s'posed,
With poise I'd decades to refine;
My subtleness I miss the most.
I make an uncongenial host.
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Suitov Iceheart claims to be a character in the head of hellmutt.
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