131 - [Meant to be Audio, but Video by Mistake]

[impure_tale]

[Whicker]

I need to be released from my chambers.

Right now.

(ooc: he turned on video by mistake because he's operating the thing with his nose :| Also he should be understandable by everybody.)

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[triggered-it.livejournal.com]

[some clawing at the door, before it eventually swings open on a second attempt. Behold -- a FIERCE AS HELL LOOKING CAT now sitting in the hallway.]

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[Cue ANGRY DEFENSIVE BARKING DOG]

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[triggered-it.livejournal.com]

[Cue look that says "shut the fuck up before I rip you apart." Oil conglomerates are familiar with that look, even when it's not from a kitty.]

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[sputter] Renate.

[The pup growls and grumbles but retreats to the back chamber, under the legs of a rather massive looking horse.]

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[triggered-it.livejournal.com]

Marquis.

[Quite calm. Vaguely amused.]

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[The Marquis lifts his head.]

Ah, I had wondered what would become of you. And just as pretty as I thought you'd be. This is your first flood, oui?

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[triggered-it.livejournal.com]

It is.

Your plans?

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I don't know if you've been here long enough to realize this yet, dumpling, but floods do not typically come with plans. [He begins to approach, his hooves making loud, hollow noises on the masonry floors -- he dances in place a moment, unsettled.] No, I don't think I like that at all. I think someplace with a little more open space would be most suitable right now.

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[triggered-it.livejournal.com]

You said you wanted out of your chambers, so I assumed you had something in mind. [Doesn't want to get trampled on -- moving out of the way for Marquis.] You should try running somewhere. Either on deck or the CES, if you can get the door open.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I do not see why I should not be able. [He trots out into the hallway, which has wooden floors, which are still loud on his feet but not nearly so resonant.]

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[triggered-it.livejournal.com]

Because you couldn't open the door to your own room. [Just pointing that out.] But you would know. [Curling up now, after briefly inspecting the floor to make sure it's not too dirty.]

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Lovely as it is to have you over as a guest, persimmon, you may not stay in my room while I am not here. You're upsetting my Renate.

[He leans down and nudges him with his nose]

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[triggered-it.livejournal.com]

[Resisting natural response of clawing. Stands and stretches, all...cat-like... haughty, and high and fucking mighty.]

Apologies. I'm actually going back to my room, probably for the remainder of the flood...I can be very boring. You, though, should actually try and enjoy it.

[boeshane_boy]

Well aren't you beautiful.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[He tosses his mane haughtily.] Don't be silly, dumpling; I'm always beautiful.

[boeshane_boy]

Fair point, Marquis. Did you get out of your room?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I think I hear someone at my door now, actually. [and as his door opens cue the sound of VERY ANGRY PUPPY BARKING]

[boeshane_boy]

Oh, good. Is Renate protecting you, or the other way around?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

She's bred for protection but likely not up to the task. I must away.

[boeshane_boy]

Neigh if you need me.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I should ask if a bridle will be required but it strikes me that it's probably not the least awkward thing to do -- flirting while thus transformed.

[boeshane_boy]

Sorry, Marquis, I've had a bad experience or two with horses.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Oh don't tease me, dearheart; I haven't any means to write it down.

[boeshane_boy]

It wouldn't stand up to anything you could write.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I won't pry. I know better. But I promise that I'm only joking.

[boeshane_boy]

You usually do.