Braided Crossroad (SP-RP8/9) 01/2017 - 01/2019
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:24 pmCat
Precisely. Granny said with a sound nod, Though, if you mean here as in Reknab Bend, then no. Werewolves were here before humans. Carelessly, she swept at her desk with her hand, as though sweeping away dust, when it was actually spotlessly clean.
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Precisely. Granny said with a sound nod, Though, if you mean here as in Reknab Bend, then no. Werewolves were here before humans. Carelessly, she swept at her desk with her hand, as though sweeping away dust, when it was actually spotlessly clean.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:24 pmIndy
Zander let a few minutes pass on the park bench in some quickly fading hope that the girl would return. When it was clear she was much happier away from him, he sighed. Then as the organized young man he was, proceeded to tidy and organize his mind. This was an easy task in the bright, cheerful morning, yet surely needed when he'd return to his job with nothing but excuses.
He walked quickly back to the antique shop at a pace not really a run yet close to. As he sighted the shop he paused. Everything seemed precisely in its place, just the same as he'd left it, yet some subtle instinct told him something, somewhere had been disturbed. He grated his teeth -- regardless, he had to go back to work.
With a plastered smile, he walked through the front door.
"Sorry my lunch break took so long today Mrs. Bu---"
And then he saw Saber. And then he smelled Saber. Unable to make sense of the situation within a few seconds time, he could only assume Mrs. Buttermilk was looking for more reliable help. And he was only a few minutes late ! The gaul of that woman sometimes -- no doubt it was some sort of subversive tactic to make him a more timely employee. He glanced prickily in Saber's direction.
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Zander let a few minutes pass on the park bench in some quickly fading hope that the girl would return. When it was clear she was much happier away from him, he sighed. Then as the organized young man he was, proceeded to tidy and organize his mind. This was an easy task in the bright, cheerful morning, yet surely needed when he'd return to his job with nothing but excuses.
He walked quickly back to the antique shop at a pace not really a run yet close to. As he sighted the shop he paused. Everything seemed precisely in its place, just the same as he'd left it, yet some subtle instinct told him something, somewhere had been disturbed. He grated his teeth -- regardless, he had to go back to work.
With a plastered smile, he walked through the front door.
"Sorry my lunch break took so long today Mrs. Bu---"
And then he saw Saber. And then he smelled Saber. Unable to make sense of the situation within a few seconds time, he could only assume Mrs. Buttermilk was looking for more reliable help. And he was only a few minutes late ! The gaul of that woman sometimes -- no doubt it was some sort of subversive tactic to make him a more timely employee. He glanced prickily in Saber's direction.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:25 pmTeg
“ Alright-” Saber had started just as Zander walked into the shop.
Saber quickly turned to see who had just entered, his face falling back into its natural defensive glare as Zander spoke.
“ So this must be your employee you mentioned before… Don’t tell me, he’s a werewolf too, isn’t he?” Saber said sharply as he took a quick glance at Granny Buttermilk before returning his gaze to Zander.
Teg
“ Alright-” Saber had started just as Zander walked into the shop.
Saber quickly turned to see who had just entered, his face falling back into its natural defensive glare as Zander spoke.
“ So this must be your employee you mentioned before… Don’t tell me, he’s a werewolf too, isn’t he?” Saber said sharply as he took a quick glance at Granny Buttermilk before returning his gaze to Zander.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:25 pmIndy
"What?!" Zander exchanged a rapid glance from Mrs. Buttermilk to Saber back to Mrs Buttermilk.
He had the sudden, sinking feeling he'd missized the situation entirely. And yet his mistrust of Mrs. Buttermilk's motives was likely not in vain. What use could the old woman have with an untrained werewolf? He dare not suspect it was a simple goodwill towards all of lycanthrope kind -- she was far too clever not to use every opportunity to her advantage.
He glanced back to Saber again, his tone rushed and disinterested, "Yes, hello, I'm Zander," then shot a mystified glance in Mrs. Buttermilk's direction (bearing in mind, of course, not to make direct eye-contact), "Would someone fill me in?"
Indy
"What?!" Zander exchanged a rapid glance from Mrs. Buttermilk to Saber back to Mrs Buttermilk.
He had the sudden, sinking feeling he'd missized the situation entirely. And yet his mistrust of Mrs. Buttermilk's motives was likely not in vain. What use could the old woman have with an untrained werewolf? He dare not suspect it was a simple goodwill towards all of lycanthrope kind -- she was far too clever not to use every opportunity to her advantage.
He glanced back to Saber again, his tone rushed and disinterested, "Yes, hello, I'm Zander," then shot a mystified glance in Mrs. Buttermilk's direction (bearing in mind, of course, not to make direct eye-contact), "Would someone fill me in?"
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:25 pmCat
Granny's eyes were on Zander the instant his face appeared through the door, her expession filled with displeasure and skeptisim as though she didn't believe his lunch break had been what kept him. She patiently allowed the boys their exchange, then leaped down from her chair and hobbled around the side of her counter. You tell me if he's a werewolf or not. Because if you can't, you are nowhere near as sharp as you need to be. She said, casting a bored glance at Saber as she passed him, coming to standing directly in front of Zander.
As for you; you are either the slowest eater on the face of this spacious Earth, or you think I'm a complete idiot. She said, staring up at him with a sharp look. Since you like to share your lunch with the neighborhood cats, I'm gonna say it's the latter. Now, you can just fill me in about what REALLY kept you, and then I'll fill you in. Sound fair?
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Granny's eyes were on Zander the instant his face appeared through the door, her expession filled with displeasure and skeptisim as though she didn't believe his lunch break had been what kept him. She patiently allowed the boys their exchange, then leaped down from her chair and hobbled around the side of her counter. You tell me if he's a werewolf or not. Because if you can't, you are nowhere near as sharp as you need to be. She said, casting a bored glance at Saber as she passed him, coming to standing directly in front of Zander.
As for you; you are either the slowest eater on the face of this spacious Earth, or you think I'm a complete idiot. She said, staring up at him with a sharp look. Since you like to share your lunch with the neighborhood cats, I'm gonna say it's the latter. Now, you can just fill me in about what REALLY kept you, and then I'll fill you in. Sound fair?
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:25 pmTeg
Saber growled in the back of his throat at Granny Buttermilks comment. How could he possibly know anyone was a werewolf in her antique shop? The place was loaded with smells. It was so strong it was a bit suffocating just trying to breath. As much as he may of wanted to send a retort in Granny Buttermilks direction, he held his tongue. If she was so dense as to forget such a fact about her own living quarters, that was her problem, not his.
Saber breifly eyed the two by the front door as they began conversing before turning his attention to the stairs in the back that led upward. As his eyes gazed over the back of the old lady's shop his stomach let out a low grumble, as if it was timidly trying to remind its owner of its hunger and discomfort. Saber just ignored it.
Teg
Saber growled in the back of his throat at Granny Buttermilks comment. How could he possibly know anyone was a werewolf in her antique shop? The place was loaded with smells. It was so strong it was a bit suffocating just trying to breath. As much as he may of wanted to send a retort in Granny Buttermilks direction, he held his tongue. If she was so dense as to forget such a fact about her own living quarters, that was her problem, not his.
Saber breifly eyed the two by the front door as they began conversing before turning his attention to the stairs in the back that led upward. As his eyes gazed over the back of the old lady's shop his stomach let out a low grumble, as if it was timidly trying to remind its owner of its hunger and discomfort. Saber just ignored it.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:26 pmIndy
Zander felt the sharp prick of fear settle as Mrs. Buttermilk's gaze gouged into him like a needle. Even after being her humble employee for several months, he still held a healthy level of respect (fear) for the woman. He exhaled slowly, letting the panic drain out of him, and instead applied a shaky smile.
"I ah... I do, actually, like to feed the strays during lunch," he shrugged innocently. It wasn't a lie, but he'd learned early on he was better off when he let Mrs. Buttermilk draw her own conclusions, "I'm sorry. I try not to take long".
He exhaled again, letting the smile drop and looking over Saber very carefully, "Is he going to be working here?"
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Zander felt the sharp prick of fear settle as Mrs. Buttermilk's gaze gouged into him like a needle. Even after being her humble employee for several months, he still held a healthy level of respect (fear) for the woman. He exhaled slowly, letting the panic drain out of him, and instead applied a shaky smile.
"I ah... I do, actually, like to feed the strays during lunch," he shrugged innocently. It wasn't a lie, but he'd learned early on he was better off when he let Mrs. Buttermilk draw her own conclusions, "I'm sorry. I try not to take long".
He exhaled again, letting the smile drop and looking over Saber very carefully, "Is he going to be working here?"
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:26 pmCat
Yes, he's workin' community service-- Don't let it go to your head, but you are over him, ya' hear? Show him the ropes and keep an eye on him to make sure he's doin' it right. I don't want anymore broken vases. Granny said, gesturing toward Saber with her cane. Now, if you boys excuse me, I've got stuff to do. Ya'll can dust and sweep the back aisles.. Play nice. She said, turning and hobbling off toward the back of the store. One step at a time, she surmounted each step and soon vanished in the upstairs level.
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Yes, he's workin' community service-- Don't let it go to your head, but you are over him, ya' hear? Show him the ropes and keep an eye on him to make sure he's doin' it right. I don't want anymore broken vases. Granny said, gesturing toward Saber with her cane. Now, if you boys excuse me, I've got stuff to do. Ya'll can dust and sweep the back aisles.. Play nice. She said, turning and hobbling off toward the back of the store. One step at a time, she surmounted each step and soon vanished in the upstairs level.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:26 pmTeg
As he was brought into the old lady and Zander’s conversation, Saber’s gaze was pulled back to them. He carefully watched the old lady as she gave her orders and then took her leave. Once she was gone, Saber’s eyes quickly fell back on Zander.
“ What is up with that old lady anyways?” he inquired, still seeming a bit irritated by the current situation. “ Is she an alpha of some pack?”
Teg
As he was brought into the old lady and Zander’s conversation, Saber’s gaze was pulled back to them. He carefully watched the old lady as she gave her orders and then took her leave. Once she was gone, Saber’s eyes quickly fell back on Zander.
“ What is up with that old lady anyways?” he inquired, still seeming a bit irritated by the current situation. “ Is she an alpha of some pack?”
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:26 pmIndy
Zander watched Mrs. Buttermilk ascend, his mouth hanging just the slightest bit open. She offered no explanations, not to either party. The woman had clearly just roped him into her plans ,and previous experience taught him there was no use fighting it. He shut his mouth (now aware it was open), and sighed. He looked again at his newest 'underling'.
"Was, I think," he admitted slowly, "But her pack disappeared a long while ago. Still, it doesn't mean she's any less of one".
He reached behind the counter, grabbing the feather duster and the broom. He offered the broom to Saber, "Tell you what. You play along and I'll answer whatever you feel like asking".
Indy
Zander watched Mrs. Buttermilk ascend, his mouth hanging just the slightest bit open. She offered no explanations, not to either party. The woman had clearly just roped him into her plans ,and previous experience taught him there was no use fighting it. He shut his mouth (now aware it was open), and sighed. He looked again at his newest 'underling'.
"Was, I think," he admitted slowly, "But her pack disappeared a long while ago. Still, it doesn't mean she's any less of one".
He reached behind the counter, grabbing the feather duster and the broom. He offered the broom to Saber, "Tell you what. You play along and I'll answer whatever you feel like asking".
