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Post by Camille Desmoulins on Aug 25, 2008 22:17:55 GMT -5
"This place disgusts me," Jeun stated, looking disdainfully at the shops, "What is the point of any of this? It's all absolute shit."
Apparently, the small man was talking to himself as he walked down the mostly empty streets in the slowly settling twilight. This district was so high class, everyone drove everywhere. It was a rare sight to see people walking somewhere. Real and practical physical activity was so very unpopular these days.
However, despite appearances Jeun was quite sure he wasn't discussing with himself. He knew that Zahra had slunk off to somewhere nearby. He would have preferred that she didn't go off chasing rats or whatever she was doing and stayed a bit closer to him. She was rather useless with this whole making-sure-he-didn't-go-crazy-and-maim-people, but he should have expected that. He'd hired her to help him out at the shop, her job had only recently morphed into a multi-purpose personal assistant.
I should really get around to hiring an official one, he thought, pulling his hair out of it's ponytail while he walked and holding the elastic hair tie between his teeth while he ran his fingers through his mane of black hair and worked at getting it in a better pony-tail, Someone who actually does what I ask of them. I should have expected this when hiring a cat.
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Post by Louis de Saint-Just on Aug 26, 2008 0:47:35 GMT -5
She had one ear turned back towards Jeun's voice, and the other forwards, where she was waiting for the mouse to come out of its hiding place. She had noticed it scurrying, and could still smell it in there. It was quivering, of course, frightened of the large-eared cat that had slunk into its domain. And it was alone: there was only one heartbeat hiding behind the garbage can.
Zahra's tail twitched, but she didn't move. Not even her ears swiveled, since she had them right where she wanted them. Jeun was talking about something, and while she could make out the words, se didn't really care what he was saying. It was probably something about how humans are awful and oh no they took my statue whatever will I do I guess I'll just drink tea or something.
Sphinxes. Pff.
The mouse skittered about, and Zahra's ears perked up, swiveling towards the sound. She could only hear Jeun's voice in the background now, but all that really mattered was the mouse. The stupid, stupid mouse who thought that just because he couldn't hear Zahra anymore meant that she wasn't there.
He made a dash for it, and Zahra pounced.
Moments later, she had a mouse in her mouth, and trotted proudly out to show Jeun. Her tail was twitching happily, and she barely managed to resist the urge to rub against his leg. The purring she couldn't help. It was in her nature.
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Post by Camille Desmoulins on Sept 3, 2008 22:37:33 GMT -5
Jeun looked down at the cat and sighed, crouching down and looking at the mouse that she'd caught. "Charming," he said, removing the hair binder from his teeth and reaching out to pat her on the head. However, his hand passed strait through the cat in front of him, and then down into the sidewalk. He pulled his hand back quickly, giving a frustrated sighed. He stood and curled a lip in disgust as he looked at an unspecified point a little ways off, "Zahra I'm going to vanish soon," he said.
His own statement seemed to strike him. His eyes widened and he looked down at the cat again, "Zahra," he repeated, his voice bordering on hysterical, "I am. Aren't I?" He laughed and turned to walk ahead again, "I'm going to vanish and who knows when I'll be back!" He was giggling hysterically now, "I might never be back," he turned to look at her again, "Ever! Or maybe I'll be back two thousand years from now when humans have all left the planet!"
He continued to laugh as he stared down the street, but it pattered out to a short and stuttered breathing. Eventually he just stopped, staring at the end of the street. "I can't hear anything when I go back," he said quietly, "Like this, that is. If I snap back I might as well be dead. I can't hear or see or feel anything... I can't do anything if someone tries to smash my statue..."
Even when he was in a fit, screaming and loosing his mind, he never looked so scared as he did now.
"Zahra," he said, pulling his hair back again. In tone, he had regained his composure. From the back he looked like the cool, confident man that he should have been: standing strait with his hair tied back and his arms crossed over his chest, "I need you to go back to the party. I need to you find my statue." He paused and then added, still without looking back at her, "Please."
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Post by Louis de Saint-Just on Sept 4, 2008 15:56:09 GMT -5
Satisfied with the praise, if not by the lack of the pat on the head, Zahra deposited the mouse on the ground, and licked her paw. She noticed Jeun freaking out, and in response, licked her paw a bit more, and rubbed it across her face in a vain, cat-like effort to clean herself. Once he finished with the talking (loudly), she sat for a minute, and then stretched.
She looked up at Jeun, and then around, before padding off the way that they had come. She'd left her clothes back there, and Jeun either hadn't had the decency to pick them up, or had been too immaterial to.
Moments later, after finding a rubbish bin to hide behind, she walked calmly back towards Jeun. She was fully clothed now, and was in the process of adjusting her skirt when she got back to the spot where Jeun was.
"So, this statue," she said, tilting her head to the side. "What does it look like? And who has it again? Also are there any weapons that I get to use in order to strike fear into the hearts of my enemies?"
Of course, she could use her telepathy, but Minty Fresh had shaken her confidence with it, a little. Of course, he probably had some kind of gift too, that picked up on mind tricks, but still. Who knew what the enemy had? Maybe they had telepaths too.
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