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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 6:28 pm
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When Marosa reached out to poke his forehead, Cearney ducked his head down a tad, hoping that Marosa's finger would just miss him and prod the chair instead.
He didn't really like being touched.
It'll cost him? Was he trying to bargain with a leprechaun? At that remark, Cearney laughed aloud, probably the most cheerful sound that the grumpy faerie had made in several eons. "You forget. I am the one who subjects people to nebulous or vague terms. I don't subject myself to them." There was a smirk on his face, as he leaned back in the chair a bit, eyebrow quirked. A favor. What favor would the other faerie possibly want out of him, anyway? He was pretty sure all demons were fairly moneyed, though then again, not many were quite moneyed like a leprechaun.
He did need to know his way around, and the sights that 'us fey' would find interesting was indeed a bit interesting to him -- it would be good to know where their rare demons dwelled, so perhaps he could make himself his own Amityville Vault...
But he wouldn't just agree that easily...~
Kanth Totally understandable, no need for apologies D:
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 9:00 pm
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The gancanagh didn't press the issue when the leprechaun ducked, instead smirking when he did so. He was impressed that the other was taking precautions with him. Not many did.
"Good." He nodded at the other's action, and his statement. "Aye, but we're both fey, and we play by different rules when it comes tae fey and fey." Winking at Cearney, he sat back down and crossed his legs, placing his elbows on his knees as he hunched over, rather comfortable with this pose and slouching in a relaxing manner. "A favor that requires a trek, but oi need tae do more research first. It does, however... require going against a fey king." He tapped his chin thoughtfully, his nose wrinkling with distaste as he trailed off with his thoughts. He knew that there were some gaps in his memory, and something told him that his father had something to do with it.
Da'luagh, his father, was a self-proclaimed fey king of a certain region and wasn't very popular due to this, thought of as scum because of the way he treated others, as well as the way he "proclaimed" himself the ruler of that region.
There were, however, those who loved the way Da'luagh "ruled", despite him not really being "king". A self proclaimed tyrant, in Marosa's eyes. He didn't even know whether Da'luagh was that well known or not, but he was becoming rather... out of control.
Marosa knew that the more he stayed away from that region, the happier he was. Unfortunately, he knew he'd have to face his father eventually... and it wouldn't be pretty.
His face was now set in a frown; he hadn't realized he'd trailed off. Why did all of this feel... wrong, somehow...?
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 8:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 2:10 am
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 5:31 am
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His father?
Oh, now that was interesting. Cearney's mannerisms immediately shifted, though the smirk that seemed to be glued to his face didn't exactly disappear. It was the way he leaned in, though, that might have clued into what he was thinking.
"So are you a fey prince?"
Perhaps a fey prince would be an even more useful ally to the leprechaun than he thought. On the other hand, if the king be unpopular, it might not be the best of names to associate himself with. At the same time, they were going against him. That could come with a lot of benefits.
And riches.
Oh, the riches. Cearney's eyes danced at the thought. There would be silver seeds to swim in from grateful minions...
Of course, if the king were popular, this might be foolish. Perhaps, in that case, he would keep himself hidden. The idea of perhaps getting to loot a castle was also too tempting to ignore. His fingers tightened around his satchel, his mind swirling with the treasured thoughts...
Still, going against a king was an awful big favour to ask. He'd need to be certain there were benefits.
"Alright, leaving ye tour aside, your highness," that was said dripping with as much sarcasm as possible, "what other benefit would I see out of this?"
Kanthulhu XD It's fine, and I'd love to do more RPs with them too. I'll see if I can get my muse to reply long enough to wrap this up... *has trouble with old RPs sometimes*
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 5:55 am
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 6:51 am
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Had he not even thought of himself as a prince? How fascinating.
Cearney would have used that to his advantage in any dealings years ago. One would not wish to not impress a prince, hmm? A prince was deserving of all the respect... Even if he was not.
Kleptomania was a powerful urge, though, and the idea of getting to essentially loot the castle was enough to make his eyes dance. He could only imagine the fey treasures he could find in a true fey kingdom, and they would be his for the taking. His hand twitched in anticipation, and he was so deep in his fantasies that he did not realize how close the other man had become.
When he noticed, he nearly fell over in an attempt to lean away.
"Ah, your highness, I shall not sully your beautiful lips." While he was not smiling, it must have been an attempt at a joke--a deflection at worst. Instead of accepting the kiss, because no thanks, Cearney calmed his twitchy hand and offered it for a handshake. "This shall do."
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 7:50 am
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Worse? Jack no. "No thanks, I'll just walk around in a plastic bubble."
Ugh. Dammit. Cearney turned his eyes away from Marosa, decidedly looking intensely at anything but the other fey. This was why non-leprechaun were insane. Specifically this. And other things but especially this.
"If you touch me again, you can forget my acceptance," offered Cearney, wryly, though that honestly wasn't true. There was no way he would pass up that kind of possible treasure. His mind and instincts simply would not let him, no matter how much he wanted to scream. "I'll follow on the tour, but like I said, it can wait a few hours."
There was no way he was walking around him with this dumb spell. And that stupid enchanting laughter that was definitely stupid.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 8:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 3:56 am
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 7:18 am
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