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Post by pendrag0nknight on Jan 18, 2012 11:14:50 GMT -5
There was another crash from somewhere in the penning, making a stack of papers on his desk jump.
Victor shut his eyes for a moment, gathering the will to get up from one draining, noxious mire of trouble to another. Goodness, was it just him, or was this paperwork getting more and more depressing? Then there was that stack of letters in the corner that'd just been brought in by one of the workers. In them were likely some bills. His eyes remained shut, as if he the threat of his money-lenders would disappear if he didn't look at it.
Another loud crash was heard, and Victor sighed, bringing himself to his feet. He didn't know where he garnered the energy to move about anymore. As it was, he was running off of a whole 4 generous hours of sleep.
To his feet and at the door, Victor moved towards the back of the HHS main building, leading to the penning. Here is where they kept the more unruly ferals they found, before Victor had a chance to 'break them' as the crew called it.
Actually, nothing usually broke during these assimilation lessons, except Victor himself. He'd walk away with injuries sometimes, sure. But he'd never hurt them himself.
As he stepped into the back and headed toward the penning where all the noise was coming from, Victor hoped sincerely that that hybrid wasn't responsible... However, the ruckus did seem to be coming from awfully close to that hybrid's penning....
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Post by cerasri on Jan 24, 2012 15:54:04 GMT -5
Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
This...this wasn't good at all. Tossing himself against the penning once again, Gold bit back a panicked scowl- his normally worried expression nowhere to be seen on his rather youthful features.
"Lesss me ouss!" Speech sounding slightly garbled due to the hissing quality of his rather panicked features, the cobra hybrid bit back an annoyed hiss, tongue darting out slightly in agitation.
Really- couldn't the HHS agents see the collar around his neck? The finery of his clothes, though they were slightly dirty now because of his rather frantic encounter with the penning?
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
Really, it was just his luck.
Slumping back to the ground with an agitated breath of air, the normally placid hybrid bit back the welling panic, his eyes darting to and fro.
How had this happened again?
Oh yes.
Master Nicholas had sent him out to speak to some human-Vincent or Victor, something or the other, and somehow though he had knocked on the door just like Master Nicholas had told him too, the agents had thought he was another hybrid to be picked up.
Thus leading to his current situation. Really, this was supposed to only take a minute.
And now, he'd been in here for at least an hour. An hour away from Master Nicholas. An hour away from master Nicholas without him to protect the young noble.
Oh. Oh-that just wouldn't do. Not one little bit.
Heart quickening at the thought as his features twisted into an annoyed scowl, the cobra quickly lost his normally calm demeanor, or at least what little was left of it.
"Lesss me ouss! Less me ouss or I'll...I'll sssell Massser Nicholasss!"
Chest heaving has he clutched at the penning between him and the exit, Gold bit back a scowl, only to flush as he realized how his words had escaped.
"I...I mean....sss...stell Massssster Nicholasss. Nos...noss...sell...." He fixed feebly, wincing inwardly as his threat lost some of its luster.
Oh well.
Hopefully...hopefully the humans would understand.
And then...and then..Gold gulped. And then he could get this stupid thing over with and get back to Master Nicholas's side!
ooc: Ohh Gold. Only he would think that threatening to tell master Nicholas is the worst threat in the world. :'D
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Post by Jocelyn on Jan 24, 2012 22:56:27 GMT -5
Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep
“Fire! Fire! Get the extinguisher—God Robinson I told you not to trip with that!”
“S-Sorry!”
“Don’t apologize get the bloody fire extinguisher!”
“Here!”
“Gah! S-Stop that’s me!” Raising his arms in a defensive gesture to stop the onslaught of cool white foam from engulfing his body Moki sputtered and spit foam out of his mouth. Stepping out of the way he bumbled about the smoke filled lab and bumped into tables.
“Are you blind? Watch where you’re going.”
“W-Well I was just attacked by some bubbles and I can’t see!” Moki retorted angrily as he stumbled out of the lab and toward fresh air. People asked no questions as he passed by, such incidents were common and certainly not press worthy.
Walking out of the Silverhollow manor Moki inhaled a large breath of pure unadulterated air. Grabbing fistfuls of his clothing Moki began to “clean” himself, though he knew that it was useless until he took a bath. But why bother? He would simply get dirty again and it wasn’t like he was going anywhere too important.
Speaking of going somewhere…
Turning toward the central sector the scientist decided to visit the Hybrid Humane Society. His day couldn’t get any worse, only better so why not take a stroll down to visit Victor?
He must have looked wonderfully foolish in his white lab coat, blue undershirt, green tie, black pants and dress shoes; all were wrinkled or worn out in some way. But Moki didn’t care as to the minor curious looks he received as he walked along. Besides it wasn’t like anyone was going to bother him. No one except for the baker.
“Fresh bread for you sir? We have brioche, strudel, schnitzel, pita bread, baguettes, focaccia, scones—any bread you want I—“
“I-I’ll take some scones with a jar of jam, please.” Moki interjected quickly before the highly enthusiastic baker continued; he hated having to pass this man on every visit to the Human Society, but was too lazy to take a detour as it would make the trip longer. Though he didn’t realize it the scientist always bought scones and jam during every run-in with the baker.
“Here you go, sir. Come again soon!”
Waving awkwardly (Hopefully not too soon) Moki continued his walk until he entered the HHS main building. As usual there was a slight buzz of noise coming from the hybrids’ rooms, but he ignored them as he was accustomed to the noise. “Mr. Valentine?” He called above the noise. “Would you care for some food?”
_______________________________________________ OCC: Sorry if I'm intruding! Pen if you're wondering why Moki brought Victor scones it's because he's sort of a regular at the HHS even though he's never bought one. On another note Gold has the cutest threats. :)
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Jan 25, 2012 11:24:01 GMT -5
Victor had only just reached the door, a hand on the knob, when he heard what sounded distinctly like some sort of slurred hiss. Furrowing his brows in a frown, and adjusting his monocle-style glasses, the head of the HHS began to mentally scroll through all the hybrids in the holding, and those in the adoption areas. No, there shouldn't be any reptile back there. Except for... [shadow=red,left,300]that one[/shadow] [/center] Victor sighed at the remembrance of that particular Cayman hybrid. It'd taken some fingers when being caught, and perhaps Victor's were next. "Well, I'd best better check it out, then," he murmured to himself, turning the knob. "Mr. Valentine?" echoed from the foyer hall. "Would you care for some food?""Hmm?" Victor hesitated in action. "Is that you, Moki?" he called out, smiling despite himself. "That young rip," he murmured, but affectionately. "Yes, do come in, dear boy! Do come in!"Whenever Moki did drop by, he always brought the customary gift Victor did so enjoy--jam and scones. Nothing pleased Victor more (except, perhaps, helping out hybrids). The realization had Victor suddenly torn. That wailing in the penning was a hybrid in distress, no doubt, so he really should see to the poor creature--unless it was that one, in which case... And he did so adore a delicious warm scone with jam. He really did need one right now... Oh, decisions, decisions! However, the suspiration for a good scone took the gentleman's better judgment (and that Cayman was such a rotten thing, though Victor was determined to help it out!) that it could wait just a moment. Just the moment it took for a nicely lathered scone to do this man some good. He released the knob and strode towards the set of oncoming steps, ready to greet his first visitor.
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Post by cerasri on Jan 25, 2012 11:52:42 GMT -5
It…it hadn’t worked.
Mouth agape as he watched another HHS member walk by, chatting idly about the newest play that had shown in the Whitestag Theatre, Gold shut his jaw with a clack, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed into a petulant scowl.
What was he supposed to do now?
That threat….it was the worst he could think of.
Well, besides spitting at them but they were just stupid humans.
And that would probably get Master Nicholas mad.
Standing up with shaky legs, the cobra gulped. Maybe…maybe he could try again.
Just once. Give them a second chance? “Less me ouss? Or…Or I’ll ss…tell…Masssster Nicholasss? I….I err…already have an owner…?” Gold winced. That came out a bit more feeble than he had intended.
Fingers knotted in the holes of the penning, the hybrid looked down, teeth gnawing at his lip.
Oh dear. This…this really wasn’t good. He’d been gone now for exactly one hour, fifteen minutes and 3.3 seconds….and he’d told Master Nicholas it would only take half an hour.
This, this really wasn’t good.
Falling back to his knees with a defeated slump, Gold shook his head, only to yelp as the papers situated in the satchel at his side gave a threatening rustle. Blinking at the bag at his side with something akin to dumbstruck shock, the hybrid’s face flushed and he tugged the satchel forward, resting it on his lap so he could properly rummage through it. Pulling out the papers with a frown, Gold sighed, staring at it petulantly almost as if it were the pages themselves that were to blame.
The words blurred for a moment, penned in a neat cursive marked by the Whitestag seal situated at the bottom of the page. Really, he was surprised that the agents hadn’t taken the papers from him. Then again, he was still in his original clothes and not the sanctioned clothes given out by the HHS.
Gold shuddered. He really didn’t want their clothes.
And they’d probably burn his afterwards.
Looking up, Gold gulped, eyes wide. Perhaps just one more chance?
“…hello? I….I have paperssss for er….Vicc…?” Gold paused, trailing off as he narrowed his eyes at the page before he nodded inwardly wincing as the name tumbled from his lips in little more than a garbled hiss, “Vicsor…? I’m from…er…Whissessstag? Less…less me ouss? P…pleasssse?”
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Post by Jocelyn on Feb 2, 2012 12:51:57 GMT -5
”Do come in!”
Expression lifting as he heard his associate’s voice Moki checked his bag and rearranged the contents until they were uniform. As unnecessary an action as that was Moki preferred it when things were orderly, and scones were much more brittle than the jam containers.
Walking further into the Humane Society Moki checked his watch absentmindedly, though he had no place to be. Often visiting the place in his leisure hours MOki’s visits were usually long, but he had recently begun a book that was immensely fascinating and he was figuratively dying to get back to it.
Catching sight of his mildly portly friend Moki waved in greeting and smiled sincerely. The scientist greatly admired the Hybrid Humane Society’s director; although their ages weren’t far apart Victor had created a shelter to aid hybrids. He’d followed his passion and was fortunate enough to have made it reality, and it seemd that things were running smoothly for him. It was for these reasons Moki admired and at times were envious of Victor.
”I brought some scones with jam again.” He said as he held out the parcel to the older gentleman. ”I don’t know what jams the vendor sold me today, but the majority of his jams are delectable.” Face grimacing as he recalled a particular time when he’d been sold prune jam Moki shook his head of the memory and grabbed a scone for himself.
“Less…less me ouss? P…pleasssse?”
Feeble lisp catching his ear Moki’s gaze drifted over Victor’s shoulder and toward the door leading ot the hybrid’s quarters. He had never heard that voice before and didn’t recognize it but the lisp made him think of a young child who had been abandoned. The specter, however fictional it was, loomed in his mind and made him feel immese pit for it.
“Poor thing. Do you think it would like a scone as well?”
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Feb 2, 2012 14:13:17 GMT -5
Victor was quite taken by the scones, accepting them graciously with a thank you to the younger man. He began to examine the many jam jars, hoping to find some peach jam or the sort, what with it getting on from cooler times.
So when Moki pointed out that there was a pathetic sound round about, Victor nearly dropped his scone.
"My, my, you are right, dear boy. That sound--why, I believe I recognize it," a light returned to the gentleman's eyes, making him look far younger in years than he was. "And...by George, it certainly doesn't belong to any hybrids we are currently keeping."
The head of the hybrid humane society turned to face Moki over his shoulder as he moved with surprising spryness towards the door. "Would you care to come to the back penning? Oh, but do keep your hands in your pockets, lad." Victor recalled with an internal grimace the Cayman with a taste for fingers.
He opened the door once more, striding in down the halls and stopping before a particular penning. His eyes went round for a moment, and Victor removed his unique glasses to polish them on his lapel before placing them back and blinking profusely.
It had been so long, he couldn't believe. Had the poor thing been put up for adoption yet again?
"By the Sol and the Luna.... Is that you, little Gold?!"
OOC: I can already see Victor's hand straying to that journal of his :3
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Post by cerasri on Feb 2, 2012 14:54:36 GMT -5
Mouth visibly trembling as he received no reply, Gold blinked before his lips downturned. Okay. That was it.
He'd given them enough chances-he'd been away from Master Nicholas for one hour sixteen minutes and 6.8 seconds. That was a lot more than it should have been. Picking himself up with a determined frown, Gold took a step back, quite ready to give these stupid humans a piece of his mind before a thread of conversation reached him.
"Would you care to come to the back penning? Oh, but do keep your hands in your pockets, lad."
The voice was somewhat mature sounding- not a youthful tenor but rather an aged baritone. Straightening from the somewhat crouched position he had fallen into, Gold blinked, torn between relieved tears and rather vindicated annoyance only to pause.
What was it Master Nicholas had said to do when you were annoyed with someone? Oh yes! Teeth worrying his lip as he scuttled around nervously in his penning before he slumped to the ground in a lazy sprawl, one hand resting on his knee while his other leg was outstretched, Gold put on his best 'I'm holier than thou face' (to tell the truth, it wasn't much. Rather, it looked as if he was somewhat terrified) and tilted his head, regarding the two men who entered with the unflinching stare that serpents were known for.
Master Nicholas had said after all, it was best not to let know people you were annoyed with them-it gave the House a bad name. You only waited until they didn't have any company; and then you threatened them with their family, welfare and all sorts of things Gold didn't really care about.
Lost in thought for a moment, the cobra almost jumped in surprise as the older looking human's eyes went round, before the man removed his spectacles only to replace them once more and begin blinking profusely.
"By the Sol and the Luna...Is that you, little Gold?"
Shying away from the gaze against his will, Gold flinched, before he gave the man an untrusting stare, his eyes gliding back towards the smaller human behind him before they moved back to the suited gentleman. That human after all, didn't look to be a threat. Of course, Gold thought with another narrowed glance, He'd keep his eye on him just in case.
Right now though, he had more important things to worry about- like how this human knew his name. "Iss...iss whass me? My...my name is Gold. Buss...buss how do you know sssat?" Eyes narrowing futher, Gold lost his sprawled position, completely forgetting momentarily about the papers still clutched in his hands, "Are you a ssspy? You aren'sss afssser Massster Nicholasss are you?!"
ooc: Lol- Victor'd be so excited XD
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Post by Jocelyn on Feb 20, 2012 13:00:15 GMT -5
Following his acquaintance diligently once he received an invite Moki chewed on a scone as he walked. He didn’t particularly enjoy the dry pastry, but he couldn’t not eat them after he bought them from the baker. Unperturbed but intrigued at the order to keep his hands in his pockets the scientist made a bumbling attempt to do so, but with each try the food swung dangerously and he hastily retracted his hands from his pockets.
Bumping into Victor as he stopped the foolish actions Moki mumbled a quick apology and watched as the director did a double take, an action uncharacteristic for him.
“By the Sol and the Luna…Is that you, little Gold?”
Ah apparently they’d arrived at the penning. Moki turned to look at the hybrid inside with curiosity. Small and considerably young it was reclined in leisure, but is clothes were ostensibly not standard issue. Those frilly clothing…that was definitely Whitestag, preoccupied over appearances even in their hybrids. Shaking his head win a small action of disapproval—really there were better things to do with money—he turned to examine the hybrid’s eyes, only to have the boy avert his gaze.
Listening to the hybrid’s reply Moki finished eating his scone and took notice of the papers the boy had, and the satchel still hanging on his shoulder. Satchel, papers, clothes, this ‘Massster Nicholasss’…
“I believe Gold is running some sort of errand, Mr. Valentine. He might have been mistaken for a stray.” Even if he is so well dressed, Moki thought to himself. “He’s still carrying some papers.”
Moki motioned the papers with a head jerk, remembering the order to keep his fingers to himself.
“He has a collar as well. Sh…Should he be in there?”
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Feb 20, 2012 15:12:08 GMT -5
Victor heard the hybrid's accusation, smiling wanly.
"No, no," he chuckled to himself, searching his vest pocket for the key to the penning. "Not a spy, you little rascal. I'm Victor--surely you remember me from when you first arrived to the HHS, eh?"
But perhaps he didn't, since the poor hybrid had been terrified and recluse through the entire affair. It was later that Victor had learned that one of his workers had threatened the little serpent-hybrid with euthanasia when the young one had startled that worker.
Well, ex-worker.
“I believe Gold is running some sort of errand, Mr. Valentine. He might have been mistaken for a stray...He’s still carrying some papers.” That clever little rip, Moki, pointed out to Victor something the older gentleman had completely overlooked.
Victor jumped smartly to unlocking the penning, all the while Moki questioning as to whether Gold should be in there.
"I do believe he isn't," replied the owner of the HHS to Moki, then turning to Gold with a smile and a coaxing hand, "C'mon out, then, lad. There's a good hybrid. Now, I am sorry about the mix up. What is this,"
He glanced again at the papers, officious-looking, and with the Whitestag seal, trying not to wince.
"All of this," he decided, waving his hand to the satchel.
Victor watched the hybrid, listening closely to whatever response he might make, while slipping out his Journal to make a few quick notes.
My, my, how this little hybrid had changed! It was good to see him less scraggly and better fed and clothed. Victor couldn't help but beam. He knew on the spot that he'd send his regards to that young master Nicholas for taking such good care of this particular hybrid.
"Well, and what do you suppose I should do, Moki?" Victor turned to look at his companion, ever the calm and practical one.
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Post by treyxkoren on Feb 24, 2012 19:35:24 GMT -5
✝✝✝✝✝✝ A beautiful and young light pink flamingo hybrid fluffed her clothed feathers as she quickly made her way to her husband's side. A young lady with amber eyes, pale skin and pink hair. Oddly enough her lips were as pure cole, no lipstick it natural of her hybrid counter part. She was minimal height, at 5'6'' (though rather skinny) was only 17, her color was lightly innocent as herself. She has yet matured enough to obtain her full color and as for her height, it is as average to 5'10''ft soon. She wore a white to light pink feather like shirt, black shorts, matching pink socks and black shoes. She wasn't sure it she stood out much since she pale as white herself. To her, it wasn't strange that 17 year old would be married already but it was a bit strange to see a hybrid couple working with HHS. She and her husband believe they were god-sent, she lost everything and in a way she couldn't stand being out living on the land, so when they were captured by HHS she thought it was like her savior. She's a bit naive but she's very optimistic about things. Ran, 17 years old, Flamingo female hybrid, was a helper to HHS, she believes that they are helping lost hybrids find homes and a better life. Yvekt, 23 years old, Flamingo male hybrid, was a helper to HHS, although he feels that HHS are helping with lost hybrids, he has encountered with many members were aren't as "kind" as the head director and others. Yvekt, is Ran's husband, despite their age they feel in love with each other. Amber eyes, he was a bit colorful than his wife, ranging from orange, pink and red, he too harbors the pale white skin and black lips. He stood up to 6'2''ft and skinny like his wife. He wore, white shoes white black heels, white/orange/pink and red pants and feathered shirt. He has mixed feelings about HHS but he does feel he could protect his wife better here than "out" there. Yvekt smiled as he watched his wife run over to him, she's been hyped up ever since this morning, there had been a new arrivals but he has yet to see them. Their jobs at HHS, were to comfort new coming hybrids, do little errands for the director and others. Though Yvekt did other things for HHS that his wife is speared for. "Yvket!" Ran called excitedly, finally wrapping her arms around the taller male, she gleamed with happiness "They said that we'll be able to meet the new arrivals once their done checking them in" Yvekt nodded and patted her on the head "That's good, we'll go see them after we get some lunch. Mm? How does that sound?""That'll be great!" Yvekt laughed at her enthusiasm. ✝✝✝✝✝✝ *Ran and Yvket are Free Characters, their information will be available soon :3 Yup I decided to jump in this. Its Midday....yea
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Post by cerasri on Mar 8, 2012 19:37:02 GMT -5
Frowning primly as he was released from the penning, the young cobra stalked from the holding area with what on anyone else would have been a pout. As it was, the hybrid was trying his best to appear intimidating. Sadly, it didn't seem to be working. Tuning out the aimless chatter of the two humans, Gold only blinked as he watched the more portly of the two men waved a hand at the satchel situated about Gold's waist.
"...all of this..."
Brow furrowing, Gold frowned-reminded briefly of his visit, and as such, the amount of time he'd been separated form the Whitestag heir (a vexing hour and thirty something minutes).
"Papers..." he replied simply. "...for a Vics....Vicsssor Valen...Valenssine." Stumbling over the name with some difficulty, Gold paused before he narrowed his eyes at the man who seemed to be doing most of the talking, the cobra crossed his arms. "...you wouldn'ss happen sso know where he isss, would you...? Sssesse...sssesse papersss are of upmosss imporssanse."
About to continue more, while wincing inwardly at the hissing quality of his voice- really, he'd have to practice more-Gold blinked as he noticed the human writing in some odd journal before the man turned to look at the smaller of the two.
"Well, and what do you suppose I should do, Moki?"
Frowning as he found himself somewhat ignored- or to be more specific, the papers in his hands- Gold grimaced, unable to stop himself from spouting a rather annoyed mumble beneath his breath. "...well...you could sssign sse paperss...."
ooc: OMG...is this a reply?! Why yes- yes I think it is! :'D -shot-
Sorry it took me so long to reply guys! Life has been rather hectic lately >_<
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Post by Jocelyn on Mar 12, 2012 12:58:09 GMT -5
‘Howl. Male chameleon. Age 13.’
Reading the tag attached to the cage Moki stared at the young hybrid inside. Having lost interest in the conversation between Valentine and Gold the scientist had wandered off to a nearby cage and knelt studying the child. Slender with hair a fair shade of jade he appeared almost human, but he was displaying a talent most un-human: the young boy’s eyes were staring in opposite directions, and his eye sockets protruded slightly from his skull like his animal counterpart’s.
Smiling—or making an attempt to do so—Moki introduced himself like any proper gentlemen would do and attempted to make small talk with the hybrid. In return he received comical expressions, the hybrid’s distaste in his company quite clear.
“No need to be rude now, Howl, is there? I’m not here to hurt you.”
Reaching into his bag Moki retrieved a small scone and pushed it through the bars of the cage. He thought for a second over providing jam, but considering the mess it would make and the chance of the hybrid having an allergy he decided against it. He waited patiently to see if the chameleon would take the treat, but was called back into the conversation he had abandoned.
“Well, and what do you suppose I should do Moki?”
“Me? W-Well…” Waving a farewell to his new acquaintance Moki meandered back to the other two and found the little boy out of his cage and looking slightly indignant. He couldn’t blame the hybrid; he’d be peeved as well if he had been wrongfully incarcerated. “You could check the papers he is carrying and find out who owns him—but knowing you you already know the answer to that don’t you, Mr. Valentine?”
He grinned despite himself and returned his attention to the hybrid as he caught the nearly silent hiss of what sounded like displeasure. “No need to be upset. Would you like something to eat?”
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OCC: No problem Cera. :P
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Mar 22, 2012 13:24:45 GMT -5
OOC: lols, there are no other reptile hybrids in the back, other than the scary Cayman and now Gold, but let's pretend that Howl is there, too.
Victor had so wanted to avoid those papers. With a resigned sigh, he moved calmly and slowly towards the not-so-little hybrid in his unimposing manner he used with many hybrids smaller than himself.
"I see you don't recall me. I am Victor Valentine, my boy, and I was the one who bought you a home in this shelter from your..." yet his voice trailed off as Victor decided he wouldn't dredge up that nasty bit of the young cobra's past. What with the pit-fighting rings and the abuse this poor thing had taken. Shaking his head, Victor took the pro-offered papers from the hybrid.
His mustache drooped further while his eyes skimmed the pages quickly behind his monocle-style glasses. Of course, that much was typical of Whitestag. A glitsy letter filled with niceties and passive-aggresively reminding him of his debt. Oh, how that term hung over his neck like Madame Guillotine ever waking hour!
Victor took another long, deep sigh, folding the papers and placing into his inner-coat pocket. "I will take care of these, thank you," he managed a tired smile to the hybrid who had delivered them. "And I do apologize, lad, about the penning misunderstanding. If you would like..." Victor slipped to the cabinet in the back where he kept treats for the hybrids, pulling out the drumstick set of a small hen. He wrapped them to keep them warm, and returned to hand them to the golden-cobra messenger.
"Please accept these, and send my gracious thanks to your young Master Nicholas." Victor gave a chuckle, despite his miserable life and awkward standing with Whitestag House. He couldn't begrudge an heir that took such good care of his hybrid pet. "Young Nicholas Whitestag. Now there's a good boy. He has a strong head on those little shoulders."
Victor heard Howl's tongue slap out to grab hold of something and pull back, lightening-quick. He started, turning around and making sure to check on his other companion.
"Ho, there, Moki! Make sure you don't try to feed that one!"
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Post by cerasri on Mar 31, 2012 18:46:45 GMT -5
"No need to be upset. Would you like something to eat?"
Interrupted from his annoyed grumbling as the other human present seemed to be speaking to another hybrid penned up, Gold glanced up with a frown before he smothered the expression entirely, face smoothing out. Showing annoyance after all, would be bad for the House...and by default, bad for Master Nicholas.
Straightening his posture, the young cobra shook his head, tsking beneath his breath, though he did eye the scones the dark haired man was holding with some longing. Lucky reptile-it looked as if it was going to be getting some food soon. And those scones looked rather appetizing. It had been a while since he'd eaten last (in truth, it had been about five hours- before his morning bask in the sun). Of course he wasn't going to ask the human for one. Almost as if on cue to his thoughts, the hybrid's stomach gave a threatening grumble and Gold stared forward as primly as one could do with a growling stomach and a roaring blush.
Determined to keep to his principles despite his stomach's protests, Gold turned his attention away from the smaller of the two humans to pin an orange stare on the HHS proprietor. The faster he got this done, the faster he could go back to Master Nicholas after all, and well, his stomach could wait.
Blinking in surprise as Victor took the papers from his hand during his momentary distraction, Gold stood by a bit idly, resisting the urge to fidget in place as the man perused the papers. Spine rigid, Gold watched with unwavering tenacity as the man finally gave a deep sigh and then folded the papers into his inner coat pocket.
Staying silent as the man managed a tired smile and spouted some words of thanks, Gold merely nodded his head in answer, though his eyebrows did furrow slightly in annoyance as the misunderstanding in the penning was mentioned.
Watching with some confusion as the HHS proprietor then slipped off to a cabinet in the back, Gold frowned as the man pulled out a drumstick that was letting off some rather tantalizing aromas. Tongue flicking out of its own accord to taste the air, Gold felt his face flush once more. Reaching forward tentatively to take the still warm treat, he glanced back towards the other human with some confusion, his eyes moving away from the man's face to look at the scones in the man's hand before he abruptly shoved his gaze away, face lighting up as a few words of praise entered his hearing.
Unwilling to give up an opportunity to praise his young master, Gold let the rather prim mask fall from his face, a pleased smile quickly over taking it. "Master Nicholasss is....is wonderful. Of courssse he has a good head." Nodding his own agreement, Gold turned around, quite ready to get back home before a shout caused his entire body to jump in surprise.
"Ho, there, Moki! Make sure you don't try to feed that one!"
So the other human's name was Moki? Nose wrinkling at the strange name (and people thought his name was weird...) Gold shook his head, but was unable to keep the curiosity showing from his face as he sidled up behind the older of the two humans to stare at the penning inquisitively and his mouth opened of its own accord.
"....Eh....why....Isss....iss it?" Eyes widening as his face reddened once more, Gold shook his head then stepped back, and he did an about face, moving towards the door before, once again, his curiosity got the better of him.
Well...he did want to see how this ended, and besides, Gold thought as he inched forwards once more, maybe he could tell something of this to Master Nicholas.
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