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Post by Percival C. McLeach // Joanna on Nov 13, 2019 16:26:08 GMT
"Ohh tell me about it, I been surrounded by superpower idiots before, so your lizard must be related to them. And I hoped -..." Negaduck paused for a moment and remembers something else. "Would you pardon me for a moment?" Negaduck pulls out a knife from his pockets and throws directly at Ruddgier, freezing him in his tracks just a knife above his head. "Now where do you think you're going you, sandwich thief?" Negaduck walks towards the raccoon & picking him up on the back of his fur. "I don't want you wandering alone again, so you can wait in this cage until your master comes looking for you!" Negaduck opens up a small cage, thrown Ruddgier inside, and then place a lock. Negaduck returns to McLeach, picking up where they were last discussion. "Now where was I? Ahh yes. If you wanted to help me reorganize a few things in here, that would be so swell. In fact, I might throw in a little bonus." Given McLeach is someone like Negaduck loves using guns, Negaduck brings out a small box, unveiling a box full of ammunition. McLeach listened and chuckled at the incentive. "Sounds like a plan, Negaduck." The way he said Negaduck's name made it clear that he was a little confused as to the fowl fellow in front of him existed but was doing his best to not let that get in his way. The sooner he had what he needed, the better. Besides, if Facilier wanted him to get on everyone's good side, going with the flow was probably the smartest idea. He quickly turned to Joanna. "Now listen," he instructed her, growling all the way, "I don't want you to be wandering around while we fix this up, so I'm going to assign you guard duty with this raccoon until we're done. Got it?" Joanna quickly nodded her head in understandment. "Good," McLeach stated, putting his shotgun on one of the shelves for a moment. "Now, git!" He quickly gestured towards the raccoon with his head, in which Joanna quickly scurried over. Joanna would make a growl-like sound at the triangle-faced monkey thing before lying down next to it, looking around the place. Meanwhile, satisfied for now, McLeach began to help re-organize things. "So," McLeach started, trying to make conversation with Negaduck as he began picking up the original bullets that Joanna discovered, "what brought you here? What got you into the bad-guy business?" |
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Post by Mozenrath on Nov 13, 2019 20:15:26 GMT
Now! They were distracted talking! The only thing in Xerxes' way was the goanna - and she was a familiar, too! Surely she would understand!
Wriggling through the bars, Xerxes took a roundaout flight through the room, sneaking up behind Joanna. "Pssst!" he hissed. "Here!"
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Nov 13, 2019 23:30:17 GMT
After roaming aimlesly through the castle while looking for a map, Clayton noticed a door that read "Storage", it was unlikely he would not find a map on such a place, as he entered, surprised to see Negaduck there with...another poacher?
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Post by Negaduck on Nov 15, 2019 4:03:08 GMT
"Ohh tell me about it, I been surrounded by superpower idiots before, so your lizard must be related to them. And I hoped -..." Negaduck paused for a moment and remembers something else. "Would you pardon me for a moment?" Negaduck pulls out a knife from his pockets and throws directly at Ruddgier, freezing him in his tracks just a knife above his head. "Now where do you think you're going you, sandwich thief?" Negaduck walks towards the raccoon & picking him up on the back of his fur. "I don't want you wandering alone again, so you can wait in this cage until your master comes looking for you!" Negaduck opens up a small cage, thrown Ruddgier inside, and then place a lock. Negaduck returns to McLeach, picking up where they were last discussion. "Now where was I? Ahh yes. If you wanted to help me reorganize a few things in here, that would be so swell. In fact, I might throw in a little bonus." Given McLeach is someone like Negaduck loves using guns, Negaduck brings out a small box, unveiling a box full of ammunition. McLeach listened and chuckled at the incentive. "Sounds like a plan, Negaduck." The way he said Negaduck's name made it clear that he was a little confused as to the fowl fellow in front of him existed but was doing his best to not let that get in his way. The sooner he had what he needed, the better. Besides, if Facilier wanted him to get on everyone's good side, going with the flow was probably the smartest idea. He quickly turned to Joanna. "Now listen," he instructed her, growling all the way, "I don't want you to be wandering around while we fix this up, so I'm going to assign you guard duty with this raccoon until we're done. Got it?" Joanna quickly nodded her head in understandment. "Good," McLeach stated, putting his shotgun on one of the shelves for a moment. "Now, git!" He quickly gestured towards the raccoon with his head, in which Joanna quickly scurried over. Joanna would make a growl-like sound at the triangle-faced monkey thing before lying down next to it, looking around the place. Meanwhile, satisfied for now, McLeach began to help re-organize things. "So," McLeach started, trying to make conversation with Negaduck as he began picking up the original bullets that Joanna discovered, "what brought you here? What got you into the bad-guy business?" "Bad? You must be mistaken, I never been a goody-two shoes. I always have been rotten bad since the days I ruled the Negaverse's St. Canard. The city was my personal playground and the idiots either fear or worship me. Then one day and nobody around, I discovered there are other versions exact replica of my Negaverse or rather Multiverse." Negaduck begins telling his backstory to McLeach while at the same time moving around boxes/crates loaded with weaponry & ammunition. "Since I'm the only one aware there are other multiverses, I figured it'll be a piece of cake conquest all under my thumb. Once I made my way to the other version of St. Canard, I almost had the city within my grasp and with Fearsome Five on my side, how could I possibly lose?" Negaduck continued on with his story and shortly shown in anger. It's not his regular angry expression everybody knows, this one is more hatred and wanting for vengeance. "And then Darkwing Duck has to ruin everything for me! For every plan I came up with, Darkwing Duck rained on my parade more than once I can remember!" |
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Post by Percival C. McLeach // Joanna on Nov 15, 2019 4:57:35 GMT
Now! They were distracted talking! The only thing in Xerxes' way was the goanna - and she was a familiar, too! Surely she would understand! Wriggling through the bars, Xerxes took a roundaout flight through the room, sneaking up behind Joanna. "Pssst!" he hissed. "Here!" Joanna jumped up almost immediately and turned to see the...floating eel? At least she knew what it was this time. "What the hell are you?" she asked in the animal language. Even if the strange creature didn't know what she was saying, she still tilted her head at him in confusion with a slightly annoyed look on her face. McLeach listened and chuckled at the incentive. "Sounds like a plan, Negaduck." The way he said Negaduck's name made it clear that he was a little confused as to the fowl fellow in front of him existed but was doing his best to not let that get in his way. The sooner he had what he needed, the better. Besides, if Facilier wanted him to get on everyone's good side, going with the flow was probably the smartest idea. He quickly turned to Joanna. "Now listen," he instructed her, growling all the way, "I don't want you to be wandering around while we fix this up, so I'm going to assign you guard duty with this raccoon until we're done. Got it?" Joanna quickly nodded her head in understandment. "Good," McLeach stated, putting his shotgun on one of the shelves for a moment. "Now, git!" He quickly gestured towards the raccoon with his head, in which Joanna quickly scurried over. Joanna would make a growl-like sound at the triangle-faced monkey thing before lying down next to it, looking around the place. Meanwhile, satisfied for now, McLeach began to help re-organize things. "So," McLeach started, trying to make conversation with Negaduck as he began picking up the original bullets that Joanna discovered, "what brought you here? What got you into the bad-guy business?" "Bad? You must be mistaken, I never been a goody-two shoes. I always have been rotten bad since the days I ruled the Negaverse's St. Canard. The city was my personal playground and the idiots either fear or worship me. Then one day and nobody around, I discovered there are other versions exact replica of my Negaverse or rather Multiverse." Negaduck begins telling his backstory to McLeach while at the same time moving around boxes/crates loaded with weaponry & ammunition. "Since I'm the only one aware there are other multiverses, I figured it'll be a piece of cake conquest all under my thumb. Once I made my way to the other version of St. Canard, I almost had the city within my grasp and with Fearsome Five on my side, how could I possibly lose?" Negaduck continued on with his story and shortly shown in anger. It's not his regular angry expression everybody knows, this one is more hatred and wanting for vengeance. "And then Darkwing Duck has to ruin everything for me! For every plan I came up with, Darkwing Duck rained on my parade more than once I can remember!" McLeach continued to help clean as he listened to Negaduck's tale, honestly impressed with everything mentioned. Multiverse? Conquering realms? And a nemesis named Darkwing Duck? He couldn't hide a laugh when hearing the disdain in Negaduck's voice when he mentioned Darkwing. "Okay...I know that you've been through some crazy stupid situations that you'd rather not talk about," McLeach began as he finished up a section of the cleaning, "But it's actually kind of cool to meet an actual super-villain. I mean, it's like you came straight out of a Marvel comic book or somethin'." He leaned on one of the shelves, taking a moment to see what else had to be done. "You know," he continued, "since it sound like we'll be hoppin' from place to place taking care of our own revenge stories, maybe I could help you with this Darkwing Dork or whatever you called him. I'll admit I'm a pretty good sharpshooter after a life of huntin' the most dangerous and rage game in the Outback..." After roaming aimlesly through the castle while looking for a map, Clayton noticed a door that read "Storage", it was unlikely he would not find a map on such a place, as he entered, surprised to see Negaduck there with...another poacher? And that's when his wandering eyes saw Clayton. Immediately, he could tell what Clayton's profession was...and he didn't know how to react. "...Wait," McLeach realized, turning his full attention to Clayton. "Who are you? You some sort of poacher, too?" |
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Post by Mozenrath on Nov 15, 2019 6:57:31 GMT
Now! They were distracted talking! The only thing in Xerxes' way was the goanna - and she was a familiar, too! Surely she would understand! Wriggling through the bars, Xerxes took a roundaout flight through the room, sneaking up behind Joanna. "Pssst!" he hissed. "Here!" Joanna jumped up almost immediately and turned to see the...floating eel? At least she knew what it was this time. "What the hell are you?" she asked in the animal language. Even if the strange creature didn't know what she was saying, she still tilted her head at him in confusion with a slightly annoyed look on her face. What was he? Oh, Xerxes had never really considered that. Mozenrath had told him what kind of animal he was, once. Now, he couldn't remember. "Um...Xerxes," he explained, using his tail to gesture to himself. "Me Xerxes." No, wait, there was at least one word that fit! "Familiar! Like you!" |
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Post by Negaduck on Nov 15, 2019 15:53:14 GMT
Once Negaduck finished up organize the boxes & crates, he sat down on one of the two lounge chairs that was stored hidden in the Storage. "If you're a good sharpshooter as you claim to be, then I might consider enlist you for this special hunting trip. Then again I would the only one deserves claiming the fame & glory taking down Darkwing Duck. Once of course I finished construct-..." Before Negaduck almost spilled the beans about his Teleporter secret project, he takes a look who might scroll right in, it's Clayton, the same hunter both he & Ratigan once met not too long ago.
"Easy McLeach, it's just another associate I knew around here." (And I gotta do something about installing another door so these idiots don't wandered in here.) Negaduck made a mental note about installing a new door but for now greets Clayton. "Why it's a surprise seeing you dropping by the Storage aka my lair. So what brings you here? In need for ammunition?"
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Nov 15, 2019 19:34:25 GMT
Once Negaduck finished up organize the boxes & crates, he sat down on one of the two lounge chairs that was stored hidden in the Storage. "If you're a good sharpshooter as you claim to be, then I might consider enlist you for this special hunting trip. Then again I would the only one deserves claiming the fame & glory taking down Darkwing Duck. Once of course I finished construct-..." Before Negaduck almost spilled the beans about his Teleporter secret project, he takes a look who might scroll right in, it's Clayton, the same hunter both he & Ratigan once met not too long ago. "Easy McLeach, it's just another associate I knew around here." (And I gotta do something about installing another door so these idiots don't wandered in here.) Negaduck made a mental note about installing a new door but for now greets Clayton. "Why it's a surprise seeing you dropping by the Storage aka my lair. So what brings you here? In need for ammunition?" Seeing the insane, but familiar duck once more, Clayton smiled "Ah, Negaduck, good seeing you here either, I was in look for a map" From what he had been able to hear he was still working on said teleporter, it wouldn´t be long until he could add creatures from other worlds to his trophy list. He then turned towards the other poacher upon hearing his question. After roaming aimlesly through the castle while looking for a map, Clayton noticed a door that read "Storage", it was unlikely he would not find a map on such a place, as he entered, surprised to see Negaduck there with...another poacher? And that's when his wandering eyes saw Clayton. Immediately, he could tell what Clayton's profession was...and he didn't know how to react. "...Wait," McLeach realized, turning his full attention to Clayton. "Who are you? You some sort of poacher, too?"[/quote] "You are correct" Clayton said "My name is Clayton, who might you be?" |
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Post by Percival C. McLeach // Joanna on Nov 16, 2019 4:23:33 GMT
Joanna jumped up almost immediately and turned to see the...floating eel? At least she knew what it was this time. "What the hell are you?" she asked in the animal language. Even if the strange creature didn't know what she was saying, she still tilted her head at him in confusion with a slightly annoyed look on her face. What was he? Oh, Xerxes had never really considered that. Mozenrath had told him what kind of animal he was, once. Now, he couldn't remember. "Um...Xerxes," he explained, using his tail to gesture to himself. "Me Xerxes." No, wait, there was at least one word that fit! "Familiar! Like you!" "Familiar?" Joanna asked quizzically, unfamiliar with the word...but her confusion turned into realization...of a completely different subject. "Wait," she noted, "did you just understand me? How? Not even the thing in the cage can understand me." Once Negaduck finished up organize the boxes & crates, he sat down on one of the two lounge chairs that was stored hidden in the Storage. "If you're a good sharpshooter as you claim to be, then I might consider enlist you for this special hunting trip. Then again I would the only one deserves claiming the fame & glory taking down Darkwing Duck. Once of course I finished construct-..." Before Negaduck almost spilled the beans about his Teleporter secret project, he takes a look who might scroll right in, it's Clayton, the same hunter both he & Ratigan once met not too long ago. "Easy McLeach, it's just another associate I knew around here." (And I gotta do something about installing another door so these idiots don't wandered in here.) Negaduck made a mental note about installing a new door but for now greets Clayton. "Why it's a surprise seeing you dropping by the Storage aka my lair. So what brings you here? In need for ammunition?" Seeing the insane, but familiar duck once more, Clayton smiled "Ah, Negaduck, good seeing you here either, I was in look for a map" From what he had been able to hear he was still working on said teleporter, it wouldn´t be long until he could add creatures from other worlds to his trophy list. He then turned towards the other poacher upon hearing his question. After roaming aimlesly through the castle while looking for a map, Clayton noticed a door that read "Storage", it was unlikely he would not find a map on such a place, as he entered, surprised to see Negaduck there with...another poacher? And that's when his wandering eyes saw Clayton. Immediately, he could tell what Clayton's profession was...and he didn't know how to react. "...Wait," McLeach realized, turning his full attention to Clayton. "Who are you? You some sort of poacher, too?" "You are correct" Clayton said "My name is Clayton, who might you be?" [/quote] McLeach, admittedly, was a little perturbed that he wasn't the only hunter-esk person brought into the organization, especially since he was undoubtedly a better one. But maybe this posh bloke had perks of his own...perhaps certain connections or friends he could rally...or maybe the Five just need a few hunters in case they have a few different missions that require them at once. So, for now...he'd play friendly. He picked up his shotgun again as he took a few steps towards Clayton. "Well, Clay-ton," he repeated, making sure to get it right to make fun of later, "My name is Percival C. McLeach. I'm a poacher from the Outback where I'm from." He rested his shotgun over his shoulder with one hand and rested his other hand on his belt, taking a good look at Clayton. "So...I take it that you're from...late 1800's? Early 1900's?" |
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Post by Mozenrath on Nov 16, 2019 5:08:12 GMT
What was he? Oh, Xerxes had never really considered that. Mozenrath had told him what kind of animal he was, once. Now, he couldn't remember. "Um...Xerxes," he explained, using his tail to gesture to himself. "Me Xerxes." No, wait, there was at least one word that fit! "Familiar! Like you!" "Familiar?" Joanna asked quizzically, unfamiliar with the word...but her confusion turned into realization...of a completely different subject. "Wait," she noted, "did you just understand me? How? Not even the thing in the cage can understand me." "Ummm...Xerxes not know," Xerxes admitted. "Mozenrath made Xerxes with lots of magic. Different magic. Maybe...magics react? Xerxes hear other familiar?" What he was trying to say was that Mozenrath had created him out of so many experimental spells, there was no way to tell what all had gone into his makeup and aura. Perhaps the spell that had given him his limited capability of speech had also granted him an ability to understand cross-species. Though he was so used to not even being listened to when he talked, he couldn't imagine how rough it must be for someone who couldn't be understood at all. "Must be lonely, you not being heard," he said sympathetically. |
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Nov 16, 2019 15:18:03 GMT
Seeing the insane, but familiar duck once more, Clayton smiled "Ah, Negaduck, good seeing you here either, I was in look for a map" From what he had been able to hear he was still working on said teleporter, it wouldn´t be long until he could add creatures from other worlds to his trophy list. He then turned towards the other poacher upon hearing his question. And that's when his wandering eyes saw Clayton. Immediately, he could tell what Clayton's profession was...and he didn't know how to react. "...Wait," McLeach realized, turning his full attention to Clayton. "Who are you? You some sort of poacher, too?" "You are correct" Clayton said "My name is Clayton, who might you be?" McLeach, admittedly, was a little perturbed that he wasn't the only hunter-esk person brought into the organization, especially since he was undoubtedly a better one. But maybe this posh bloke had perks of his own...perhaps certain connections or friends he could rally...or maybe the Five just need a few hunters in case they have a few different missions that require them at once. So, for now...he'd play friendly. He picked up his shotgun again as he took a few steps towards Clayton. "Well, Clay-ton," he repeated, making sure to get it right to make fun of later, "My name is Percival C. McLeach. I'm a poacher from the Outback where I'm from." He rested his shotgun over his shoulder with one hand and rested his other hand on his belt, taking a good look at Clayton. "So...I take it that you're from...late 1800's? Early 1900's?"[/quote] Clayton was perfectly aware he should be wary of a new poacher, at least unlike the likes of most of the magic folk, he could fight beastly creatures...But now he wasn´t the only one. Then again, this wasn´t necesarily something bad, after all, if he was going to use Negaduck´s teleporter to hunt beasts from many worlds, he would likely need help...Depending on how he played his cards he could have a rival or an ally. He was sighly surprised by McCleach´s question, he said 'Early 1900s', was this man from late into the 20th century? From his appearence, he seemed modern rather than futuristic, at least for his standarts. A sense of relief came to Clayton as this could hint the art of hunting wouldnt change much in the decades to come. "Pretty much, to be more precise, before I was involvedi n this...situation, it was 1909. What about you?" |
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Post by Percival C. McLeach // Joanna on Nov 16, 2019 17:59:37 GMT
"Familiar?" Joanna asked quizzically, unfamiliar with the word...but her confusion turned into realization...of a completely different subject. "Wait," she noted, "did you just understand me? How? Not even the thing in the cage can understand me." "Ummm...Xerxes not know," Xerxes admitted. "Mozenrath made Xerxes with lots of magic. Different magic. Maybe...magics react? Xerxes hear other familiar?" What he was trying to say was that Mozenrath had created him out of so many experimental spells, there was no way to tell what all had gone into his makeup and aura. Perhaps the spell that had given him his limited capability of speech had also granted him an ability to understand cross-species. Though he was so used to not even being listened to when he talked, he couldn't imagine how rough it must be for someone who couldn't be understood at all. "Must be lonely, you not being heard," he said sympathetically. Joanna, for a split second, thought about how it was...but immediately became strict-faced to hide the emotion. "N-No," she stuttered, trying to hide it. "I mean, I don't know-I mean...Stop trying to distract me from my job!" She quickly turned back to Ruddiger, making sure he was still in the cage, before turning back to Xerxes. "Look," she began. "My master and I have a pretty nice partnership going on. We hunt big game, he gets paid for what we hunt, and we get food and shelter from getting paid. I mean, sure...sometimes, I play pranks and mess with him and he doesn't usually like that...but I'm still the one animal that he doesn't kill, that means I'm worth something to him, and I get to keep having all the fun I want in terrorizing the others that he cages up and having all the eggs that I want." She then went to sit back down again next to the cage. "What about you, Mr. Magic Snake Thing?" she grunted, resting her neck on her arms and her head on the floor. Clayton was perfectly aware he should be wary of a new poacher, at least unlike the likes of most of the magic folk, he could fight beastly creatures...But now he wasn´t the only one. Then again, this wasn´t necesarily something bad, after all, if he was going to use Negaduck´s teleporter to hunt beasts from many worlds, he would likely need help...Depending on how he played his cards he could have a rival or an ally. He was sighly surprised by McCleach´s question, he said 'Early 1900s', was this man from late into the 20th century? From his appearence, he seemed modern rather than futuristic, at least for his standarts. A sense of relief came to Clayton as this could hint the art of hunting wouldnt change much in the decades to come. "Pretty much, to be more precise, before I was involvedi n this...situation, it was 1909. What about you?" "Eh..." McLeach smiled as he had to think about that one for a moment. "I...I think it was 197...4 when I got pulled into this place. I don't know. When you leave society and strike out on your own, the days, months, and years all merge together and you don't really pay attention. Every pay-day become your birthday when the score's good." He laughed it off for a moment before changing the subject again. "So, what brings you here?" he inquired. "Revenge like the rest of us?" |
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Nov 16, 2019 19:57:50 GMT
"Ummm...Xerxes not know," Xerxes admitted. "Mozenrath made Xerxes with lots of magic. Different magic. Maybe...magics react? Xerxes hear other familiar?" What he was trying to say was that Mozenrath had created him out of so many experimental spells, there was no way to tell what all had gone into his makeup and aura. Perhaps the spell that had given him his limited capability of speech had also granted him an ability to understand cross-species. Though he was so used to not even being listened to when he talked, he couldn't imagine how rough it must be for someone who couldn't be understood at all. "Must be lonely, you not being heard," he said sympathetically. Joanna, for a split second, thought about how it was...but immediately became strict-faced to hide the emotion. "N-No," she stuttered, trying to hide it. "I mean, I don't know-I mean...Stop trying to distract me from my job!" She quickly turned back to Ruddiger, making sure he was still in the cage, before turning back to Xerxes. "Look," she began. "My master and I have a pretty nice partnership going on. We hunt big game, he gets paid for what we hunt, and we get food and shelter from getting paid. I mean, sure...sometimes, I play pranks and mess with him and he doesn't usually like that...but I'm still the one animal that he doesn't kill, that means I'm worth something to him, and I get to keep having all the fun I want in terrorizing the others that he cages up and having all the eggs that I want." She then went to sit back down again next to the cage. "What about you, Mr. Magic Snake Thing?" she grunted, resting her neck on her arms and her head on the floor. Clayton was perfectly aware he should be wary of a new poacher, at least unlike the likes of most of the magic folk, he could fight beastly creatures...But now he wasn´t the only one. Then again, this wasn´t necesarily something bad, after all, if he was going to use Negaduck´s teleporter to hunt beasts from many worlds, he would likely need help...Depending on how he played his cards he could have a rival or an ally. He was sighly surprised by McCleach´s question, he said 'Early 1900s', was this man from late into the 20th century? From his appearence, he seemed modern rather than futuristic, at least for his standarts. A sense of relief came to Clayton as this could hint the art of hunting wouldnt change much in the decades to come. "Pretty much, to be more precise, before I was involvedi n this...situation, it was 1909. What about you?" "Eh..." McLeach smiled as he had to think about that one for a moment. "I...I think it was 197...4 when I got pulled into this place. I don't know. When you leave society and strike out on your own, the days, months, and years all merge together and you don't really pay attention. Every pay-day become your birthday when the score's good." He laughed it off for a moment before changing the subject again. "So, what brings you here?" he inquired. "Revenge like the rest of us?" "Pretty much, I assume some moralistic idiot meddled into your plans as well?" Claytona asked |
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Post by Mozenrath on Nov 16, 2019 23:41:41 GMT
"Ummm...Xerxes not know," Xerxes admitted. "Mozenrath made Xerxes with lots of magic. Different magic. Maybe...magics react? Xerxes hear other familiar?" What he was trying to say was that Mozenrath had created him out of so many experimental spells, there was no way to tell what all had gone into his makeup and aura. Perhaps the spell that had given him his limited capability of speech had also granted him an ability to understand cross-species. Though he was so used to not even being listened to when he talked, he couldn't imagine how rough it must be for someone who couldn't be understood at all. "Must be lonely, you not being heard," he said sympathetically. Joanna, for a split second, thought about how it was...but immediately became strict-faced to hide the emotion. "N-No," she stuttered, trying to hide it. "I mean, I don't know-I mean...Stop trying to distract me from my job!" She quickly turned back to Ruddiger, making sure he was still in the cage, before turning back to Xerxes. "Look," she began. "My master and I have a pretty nice partnership going on. We hunt big game, he gets paid for what we hunt, and we get food and shelter from getting paid. I mean, sure...sometimes, I play pranks and mess with him and he doesn't usually like that...but I'm still the one animal that he doesn't kill, that means I'm worth something to him, and I get to keep having all the fun I want in terrorizing the others that he cages up and having all the eggs that I want." She then went to sit back down again next to the cage. "What about you, Mr. Magic Snake Thing?" she grunted, resting her neck on her arms and her head on the floor. Wait a minute, was this the first living entity Xerxes had conversed with besides Mozenrath and Destane? Perhaps even...a friend? "Xerxes made of magic," he explained. "Made by Mozenrath! Mozenrath very powerful sorcerer. Best in Seven Deserts! ...Besides Jafar. Xerxes forgotten about a lot, but also only thing Mozenrath can count on. Saved from black sand - no, wait, didn't work. Ended up in sand anyway. Am Mozenrath's only friend. He tells secrets, like - uh-uh! Not repeating! Is secret!" He gestured with his tail toward Ruddiger. "He familiar too?" |
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Post by Percival C. McLeach // Joanna on Nov 18, 2019 16:27:00 GMT
Wait a minute, was this the first living entity Xerxes had conversed with besides Mozenrath and Destane? Perhaps even...a friend? "Xerxes made of magic," he explained. "Made by Mozenrath! Mozenrath very powerful sorcerer. Best in Seven Deserts! ...Besides Jafar. Xerxes forgotten about a lot, but also only thing Mozenrath can count on. Saved from black sand - no, wait, didn't work. Ended up in sand anyway. Am Mozenrath's only friend. He tells secrets, like - uh-uh! Not repeating! Is secret!" He gestured with his tail toward Ruddiger. "He familiar too?" Joanna quickly looked at Ruddiger as well. "I think this chunky thing's more like a pet, like me," she mentioned. "Familiar sounds more like a magic thing. I was born like this and grew up like this. And, since I can't understand it and it can't understand me, I'm going to guess they're just like me in that sense." "Pretty much, I assume some moralistic idiot meddled into your plans as well?" Claytona asked "You could say that," McLeach grunted, his face turning grumpy at the thought. "Some nature enthusiast who could communicate with animals." He decided to leave out the part that he was beaten by a kid and some mice. |
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