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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jun 25, 2010 11:36:33 GMT -5
Imp watch Skink displaying, mildly bemused, what did she hope to achieve with that? Darya was disappointingly unresponsive to any sort of display from him, the best he’d ever got was a laugh and maybe a bit of petting, but that took such complex displays it was hardly worth it. So things proved for Skink too, as Darya predictably ignored the frilling and continued chattering to Skink’s humanpet. Bad Dar ignore. I not. Skink nice is. The bronze scolded, but like his companion he, too, was ignored. Quick run, Skink faster. Fly fast run not so fast. In fact Imp didn’t fly nearly as well as he thought he did, but he had a positive talent for finding just the right thermals and air streams to aid him, things that the ground was sorely lacking in.
Darya took a moment to give Emoyan another speculative look. So he thought she was attractive did he? The bluerider filed that away for future reference, but before she could think to do anything about it she was distracted by the very question she’d hoped to avoid for the rest of her life.
Darya blinked in surprise as her hands were pulled away from her face, that, and the somewhat sympathetic words were about the last thing she’d expected. ‘I know,’ Darya’s hands twisted around to grip Emoyan’s wrists briefly, ‘but I can’t help feeling guilty over jumping one of my class.’ Ironically X’rx had been fine over the whole business, but then he did intercept her, and his dragon hadn’t been at all concerned. ‘Most people’s salamandyrs aren’t attracted to firelizards though.’ She pointed out reasonably. ‘There’s a hell of a lot more youngsters with firelizards than mandyrs, especially since no one’s trying to stop kids from impressing them.’
‘I’m not hiding under a rock either.’ Darya added after a short pause. ‘I’m not even hiding in here. Not that I have any choice in the matter, you should see how much training S’rei’s scheduled. I’m going to be wearing my backside out on Azrath’s neck five days out of seven, a prospect that doesn’t light any warm fires of joy in my heart.’ She continued, sounding much more like her normal argumentative self.
‘You know I’d like to ask you some horribly embarrassing question to pay you back for that.’ Darya looked at Emoyan with mock regret. ‘Unfortunately I just don’t know enough about your activities to really mortify you. You’re too discreet, candidatemaster, far too discreet. Although…’ Darya laced her fingers together and propped her chin on them, giving Emoyan a wicked sideways look, ‘I could always jump you, that would put some gossip out about you, although I still wouldn’t be able to tease you about it.’
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Post by dragon on Jun 25, 2010 20:13:04 GMT -5
Darya ignored her! As if she was nothing! How dare she! Nobody ignored Skink! Mostly because bad things tended to happen if they did. Usually in the direction of something getting epically destroyed. Skink frilled at the woman defiantly, but thankfully was suitably distracted from such indignation by Imp's affections. Imp good, see right. Very nice. Imp good. Skink no fly. Pretend fly, speedy run. she confessed. And yes, sometimes she could fake a fly from one point to another, so long as it was a distance within her jumping ability when launched by her speedy little almost too-fast to see run. She could cover some impressive distances that way. Even Emoyan sometimes got caught off guard by her ability to jump. Which of course only served to stroke her ego.
"I can understand that." Emoyan agreed, not about to dispute the points Darya raised. These things did happen, after all. But, different people handled these things in different ways. He also wasn't going to scold her for how she coped with these things. To each their own. Emoyan had simply wanted to make sure she knew that she hadn't done anything heinously wrong and unforgivable. Which was how it had appeared at first. However, she sure did seem quick to change the subject. Emoyan found it rather amusing, but allowed her to steer the conversation away from the topic that she found so disturbing.
He almost commented on how he wished he could see that training list, and even participate in it, but he held his tongue on the matter. Yes, he missed his dragon. But he wasn't going to rain on her parade with it. It was sensitive enough without making her feel awkward on it. "Keeping you busy, is he? I bet Azrath'll be putting on some muscle, in that case. Be sure to feed him good." Just common sense advice, he hoped he didn't sound like he was implying that he thought she wasn't feeding him adequately... that was entirely not the case!
"Well ... if you wanted to know things like that to get to ask questions like that, you'd have to hang around a bit more than you do." Emoyan chuckled. He didn't even bother to mention that he was rather hard to mortify to begin with. "I wasn't aware I was a discreet person, however ... I might have to look into that." She sure liked to hinge back to jumping people though. Was that her favorite thing to talk about or was it an inside joke he was missing? Either way ... didn't matter. "You could. I might even let you. But I don't see why that would start any gossip of consequence. Which you would be included in, I might point out." He pointed out, teasingly. "You'll have to try a bit harder if you want to tease me about something." he remarked, with a cheerful wink.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jun 26, 2010 16:59:58 GMT -5
Hardly matter, fast is, not need fly when run most fast like Skink. Imp answered promptly and firmly. Speed was the main thing. Noting Skink frilling again the bronze began to pay a little more attention to what the humans were doing, all the noise they made could be annoying but these two weren’t even shouting.
Darya laughed carelessly, relieved that /Emoyan hadn’t decided to comment further on the previous subject. ‘Oh Azrath is quite capable of feeding himself, and he’s very happy to be getting back into condition for a full round of green chasing.’ A rumble of amusement from the weyrledge confirmed that announcement, and let everyone know that Azrath was paying attention to what was going on inside.
‘Oh should I be asking your candidates what you get up to?’ Darya enquired, jumping on the hint like a cat on a feather. ‘Is there someone here who isn’t gossiping loudly enough to be overheard, I am so very disappointed.’ Darya sighed and contrived to look sad, as though she really was disappointed by the existence of quiet gossips. ‘Hrrm, well…’ Darya took the opportunity to let her gaze roam over Emoyan with more than a slight spark of interest in her eye. ‘Well I was thinking I might be a bit more used to being on the weyr gossip line than you, then I realised that we’d be the same item of gossip, and therefore I’d be unable to mock you.’
Imp watched a few exchanges with interest. Oh that was it was it? Well if Darya wanted Skink’s to come and chase her why did she not simply challenge him? Sillys. Talk I, they listen maybe. Most wise I, more than sillys. he announced to Skink, explaining why he was slowly unwinding from around her. With a last gentle nibble to the edge of the green’s frill Imp paced into a position between the two humans and looked up at both of them. Most silly you. You want chase Dar, must run. Must run far, make chase you. Then catch.The bronze decided to point out the obvious facts of the matter to Darya, then with that accomplished the salamandyr took a step toward Emoyan, only to be swept up off the table before he could impart his vital advice to the male.
‘Imp. It doesn’t work like that for humans.’ Darya told her pet, blushing furiously again. At this rate her skin was going to be permanently stained red. ‘And I don’t need your help with flirting.’ Imp gave Darya a look and comteptous frill flare that suggested that oh yes she did need his help, she obviously wasn’t getting far on her own. ‘Remind me why I ever thought a salamandyr would be good pet.’ She begged Emoyan. Although since she’d had Imp as long as she’d known him he clearly didn’t know.
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Post by dragon on Jul 2, 2010 17:09:25 GMT -5
"Green chasing." Emoyan remarked, thoughtfully. That was something he could remember rather distinctly. It also seemed like a lifetime ago, too. "I imagine Azrath is substantially better at that game than Kindrith ever was." He remarked. Most blues were ... Kindrith was kinda an oddity in his lack of ability to win. Emoyan had always found it rather funny, and a very sore spot for the poking when he wanted to tease the dragon. But then, when the greens flew, it was Emoyan's turn to be frustrated ... the blue chased them all. Thus his occasional attempts to tie the blue down. Not that it ever worked. Usually it just made Kindrith mad as blazes to discover he had a hind foot tethered to a tree by a stout rope.
"The candidates?" Emoyan asked, a bit surprised. "Um ... I don't know that they'd know anything you might be interested in. I mean ... most of them don't talk to me cause they apparently think I'm scary. I'm not really sure why, cause I try to go out of my way to get them to talk to me. Feel some of them out before they hit the sands, you know? Like that one that was really weird... I'm not sure what happened to her in the end." He shrugged. "Anyway ... yes, good point. Can't mock me for something you're a part of. Not that I see anything mockable about that." Emoyan smiled at her, completely aware of where she was going.
However, even with that, he was admittedly a touch startled by the sudden self-injection of the little bronze mandyr in between with his self pronounced speech on the matter of affairs. For a moment he just looked at the creature, and then he laughed heartily even as Darya blushed. "Oh, I didn't know you did think getting a mandyr was a good idea." Emoyan answered, as Skink scampered across to jump and leap onto Darya.
Imp had left, after all, she might as well find something to do ... better yet, Imp was over here, too. Jumping onto Darya's arm, she flared her frill once before running up and pouncing on the woman's collar. In a flash she'd wriggled down inside her shirt and down the back. Warm!!! Imp come see? Yes, warm. She announced, pricking her way around inside the shirt, stuffing her claws through the fabric for purchase as she wandered around in there.
Emoyan twitched in his seat as she saw Skink flash up Darya's arm and down her collar. What in the world was the infernal lizard up to anyway. He grimaced a bit, and sighed. "Sorry ... about her ... she ... really, she doesn't do that normally." At least there was no cream involved this time ...
And just how was he supposed to catch her again anyway?
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 10, 2010 16:41:59 GMT -5
Darya snorted and shook her head, very clearly amused, while out on the ledge Azrath let out a grumble that made it clear he was not as amused as his rider. ‘I doubt that very much. Poor Azrath can’t win anything of late. It’s a bit frustrating for him.’ That was understatement of the turn, between Azrath’s frustrations, Darya’s, and Imp cheerfully dashing off to chase this or that firelizard and adding his salamandyr frustrations into the mix, The bluepair were, if not actually the most sexually frustrated in the Weyr, at least a very close second.
‘Well you do live in a storage closet down there.’ Darya teased with an slight smile. ‘I just thought maybe they’d be close enough to find something out about you. Isn’t spying on the candidatemaster a popular danger sport anymore? Could it be that you’re not discreet after all, but just far too restrained?’ Darya tilted her head to one side and examined Emoyan for a long moment. ‘You? Scary? Oh yes I see it now, you being fifteen feet tall and breathing smoke and fire should have given it away, and really you should find something to disguise that hideous visage of yours Emoyan, it really is unbearable.’ Darya smirked, giving Emoyan another good look over.
The smirk changed to a more genuinely pleased smile, Darya was fairly certain she could mock anyone for just about anything, and might even have said so had Emoyan’s final comment not intrigued her. Leaning forward on her elbows the bluerider assumed a uncinsiously challenging pose, however just as she was about to come out with some inspired challenge, or at least a time honoured one (such as ‘Oh really now?), Imp decided to stick his bronze muzzle in.
Looking down at her bronze Darya shrugged one shoulder. ‘Actually I’m pretty sure it was all Azrath’s idea to go to the hatching, but I didn’t have to listen to him.’ She answered, noting Skink jumping onto her but ignoring the green. Darya was accustomed to being used as a salamandyr climbing frame. However she really didn’t expect Skink to make another attempt at getting inside her clothes.
With a sceptical expression Darya eyed the twitching candidatemaster. ‘Oh really? Well in my experience there’s now a two in three chance of Skink ending up inside my clothing, with a third chance of her vanishing somewhere. Are you sure you didn’t put her up to this?’ Darya let a short silence drag out after that question, enough to make things a little uncomfortable. ‘You didn’t have to, you know.’ Darya offered a wink with that statement and twisted her neck around, trying to see what Skink was doing.
While Darya was too preoccupied to hold on to him Imp wriggled free and gave a small huff. They were back to talking again! Totally useless, the pair of them. What was Skink up to inside there? Humans didn’t like ‘mandyrs under their clothes for some reason. Curiously the bronze hopped up to Darya’s shoulder and poked his head down the shirt collar after Skink. What do now? Strange hide there. Get squashed maybe. Imp remained in the same silly pose with his head and neck vanishing into Darya’s shirt but made no move to follow the green.
Darya laughed helplessly and lifted a hand in supplication. ‘Now what am I going to do?’ She asked. ‘I should make you fish her out before Imp follows her.’ The bluerider threatened before bursting out into fresh giggles as Skink explored her new environment.
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Post by dragon on Jul 12, 2010 11:35:56 GMT -5
"A storage closet?" Emoyan asked skeptically. "Well ... maybe that if compared to your roomy weyr up here. But I rather think it's a very spacious storage closet if I do say so myself. After all, I only have to fit me and two small pets into it." He shrugged. He wasn't a rider anymore ... he had no longer had a use for copious amounts of space. Granted, his collection of musical instruments had grown by tenfold, and some of them weren't exactly small. But between his office and his quarters ... yeah, he had plenty of room. Maybe he should used that full size harp more often ... he'd hardly used it since he'd bought it. The pipes and drums seemed to get more use than anything. Besides his trusty gitar, that was.
Emoyan had to laugh at her attempt to describe him as an angry dragon, though. "No, you know what I mean. Somehow I still manage to be intimidating. Maybe it's all the dragging them around by their ears, I dunno." He shrugged, before chuckling again as the mental image she'd describe popped back into his mind. "You know, you might have made a decent story teller, Darya. Have you ever considered that? And I don't suppose you'd let me borrow your mask to hide my horrible visage, now would you?" Emoyan asked, with a chuckle.
Emoyan could only sigh at the antics of his mandyr, however. "I swear I didn't put her up to it." He answered, before shaking his head. "I don't know what it is about you that prompts her to do such things, I really don't. I promise she's never done that to anyone else. That I'm aware of, anyway." He was pretty sure that at this rate, Skink was going to get Darya thinking he was a pervert or something, always scampering around inside her shirt like that.
Skink paused in her scrambling to look up at the bronze head that had joined her inside Darya's shirt. Imp have good ways, Skink have other ways. See? Less talk, more do, yes? Less 'noying. More 'noying funfun. With a happy sounding chirp, Skink scampered around Darya's middle around to the front before wiggling about on her belly. Wary of any attempts to get caught, though, she was quick to return to scampering around in the back of Darya's shirt. Ohyes, she knew Darya was quicker to grab things that were in front of her than behind. Silly humans couldn't really reach their own backses.
"Well ... we can either wait until she gets bored and comes out on her own accord, or we can try to extract her. Either way runs a risk of scratches though." Emoyan surmised. "I didn't know that Imp was prone to doing that too. Are you sure you're not just a mandyr tree?" He asked, laughing. But, it seemed as if Darya would really rather he get his pet out of there, even if that did mean messing with her and her clothes. He rose from his seat, and started trying to catch Skink from the outside, so as to do as little rooting around as possible - it would do no good to offend anybody after all ... though Skink was liable to get offended anyway. But that was just Skink. Emoyan was more concerned with offending Darya than a pet.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 17, 2010 16:01:15 GMT -5
Darya nodded solemnly, as far as she could work out Emoyan’s room was probably about the size of a storage closet, mind you since he didn’t need massive amounts of space to keep an indolent dragon in that might be for the best. He didn’t have as much cleaning to do at least. It was just possible the room wasn’t even designed to be a storage closet either; you didn’t need a dragon to herd kids around.
‘You probably shouldn’t drag them around by the ears you know. The amount of things they do wrong all our candidates might end up with ears four feet long. Drag them by the arms instead. At least they’ll have advantage in scrubbing their dragons if they Impress.’ Darya advised in an utterly serious tone, which was totally spoiled by the mad glimmer of amusement in her eyes. What? For a moment Darya just looked at Emoyan, totally derailed. ‘Storytelling? You mean to children? I hate them, so no, never.’ If Darya didn’t go out of her way to avoid or ignore all children she encountered below the age of ten or so her antipathy for them would probably have obvious. ‘And I’m afraid you need something more heavy duty than that to cover your face.’ She added mournfully.
Imp’s forelegs followed his head as Skink spoke. Now he understood! Trick yes? Clever Skink is. We get sillys shut up and do. With that the salamandyr wriggled and slithered down Darya’s collar to join the green.
Darya made a grab for Skink as the green wriggled around to the front, and was totally distracted by her vanishing bronze and made a grab for him too. ‘He does now, he seems to think this is very amusing.’ Darya commented, her dry tone absolutely ruined by a salamandyr tail that writhed against her ribs, causing her to twitch away and start laughing all over again. ‘I’m pretty sure I’m not any kind of tree.’ She answered between giggles and random grabs at the moving salamandyrs. ‘Especially not a mandyr tree.’ Unfortunately Emoyan’s attempts at catching his pet just sent Darya into more fits of helpless laughter and squirming, and Darya had thought her ticklishness was a secret. Not any more.
‘Oh forget the salamandyrs.’ Darya waved a hand dismissively when whichever salamandyr it was that had been tickling her ribs moved off to her back where she could just about stand them and she could get her breathing back under control. With that the bluerider practically catapulted out of her seat to wind her arms around Emoyan’s neck, effectively trapping him. ‘I’m quite determined to make you a Weyr gossip item, and this seems to be the ideal opportunity, or an opportunity at least.’ Okay maybe having a pair of salamandyrs exploring the inside of you shirt wasn’t ideal, but sometimes you had to take a less than ideal chance to do something you wanted to, and since she’d wanted to for a while now Darya leaned forward against Emoyan and kissed him. Pulling away the bluerider let her gaze drop, suddenly nervous, and the encouraging chirp from Imp, still inside he shirt, did not help.
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Post by dragon on Jul 20, 2010 21:55:03 GMT -5
"Long ears and arms. Now there's a thought." Emoyan answered, distractedly, trying to catch his wayward mandyr. Not that it was working, since he couldn't see her and she was moving too. When Imp added his fun to the mix, it got even more complicated. He could only tell which was which by the sheer size difference between bronze and tiny green. Really, though, it rather felt like he wasn't accomplishing anything other than giving Darya a rather awkward pat-down. Because he wasn't catching anything.
"More heavy duty? What's going to make a heavier mask than bone?" He queried, a bit amused to note that Darya was apparently ticklish. Not that he could blame her ... mandyr claws ticking along on skin would make almost anyone squirm. Much less skin that rarely ever saw the light of day. He gave up trying to catch the beasts when she did, figuring that she had come up with a better method of getting rid of them. He'd have to find himself a jar or something, to poke the twerp of a green into, to keep her out of trou...
Getting hugged was the last thing he'd been expecting, and it completely derailed his thoughts. "Oh." At first he wasn't really sure what he was expected to do. Or more specifically, what he was allowed to do before he got himself slapped for his efforts. However, she answered that question for him with that kiss. Which he gladly returned, wrapping his arms around her. However, interestingly enough, that also allowed him to accidentally catch one of the little monsters.
Emoyan smiled as she looked down, entirely happy to have won that one. However he'd done it. "Got one." He announced. However, how he was going to extract it now that he had it, was still a question left to be answered.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 23, 2010 15:25:47 GMT -5
If Darya hadn’t been reduced to helpless laughter by the salamandyrs currently exploring the inside of her shirt she might have replied that there were quite a few things more hard wearing than bone, and that she actually had something without eyeholes in mind for him. However since she was plagued with salamandyrs it was a witty comment that was destined never to see the light of day.
For a moment it seemed everything was going to plan, not that it was a very complicated plan, and there were probably a few steps missing somewhere along the line, and she hadn’t counted on being so nervous about the whole business, but she was definitely getting the response she wanted.
Imp struggled, highly incensed by being suddenly captured. Clearly Skink’s was too stupid to understand the nature of the trick. Certainly he failed to understand that the catch-the-mandyrs portion of the evening was over. Let go! Get Dar, not I. The bronze tried to be commanding and conspiratorial at the same time, and neither tone seemed to have any result. Skink, yours stupid is? Why get I. Not bright, not bright at alllll. The salamandyr drew out the final word mournfully.
Darya just sighed heavily and let her head drop forward to rest against Emoyan’s shoulder. ‘This could only happen to me.’ She said indistinctly. ‘Just as I decide to try ignore the salamandyrs using my clothes as a playground, not to mention try to have my wicked way with you, you actually manage to get one of them.’ Another sigh. ‘I’m in total despair now, my life is cursed by the imp of the perverse.’ Lifting her head a little so she could give Emoyan a curious look the bluerider inquired. ‘Do you actually have a plan for removing that salamandyr? Because my plan revolved heavily around taking off the shirt.’
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Post by dragon on Jul 23, 2010 15:47:39 GMT -5
Well ... it was apparently Imp he'd caught, judging by the comments the catching had provoked. That and the form he'd trapped was distinctly bigger than Skink. Okay ... what to do now? He'd somehow managed to find himself in the darndest of predicaments. Hanging onto a lady in whom's shirt he managed to trap her very own mandyr. How awkward was that? It was a good thing he wasn't going to have to try to explain the situation to anyone. There were plenty of ways of resolving the situation, but trying to think of one that wouldn't come across as lewd or anything ... that was a bit more difficult.
Skink raced around a bit faster, afraid she was going to be next to get caught. Imp not fast 'nuff. Got caught! She stressed, rather upset at his entrapment. What do? Mine? Mine stupid yesss. Yes yes. Not bestest some candles. Some candles bestest. she babbled, scooting around to where she hoped Emoyan couldn't reach her, and started clawing at the top of Darya's waist, trying to shove her head in that little gap. Not get! She had sort of forgotten Imp's (was it Imp's? She didn't remember anymore) plan, and was now just trying to avoid getting caught, never paying any mind to how what she was doing might get interpreted.
"Well ... actually ... I didn't." Emoyan admitted. "But hey, that's as good a plan as any. Works." He answered. Nope, he wasn't at all adverse to her shirt coming off. Nevermind it didn't really mean anything in a Weyr, people did that all the time, and worse. But hey. At the end of the day he was still male. One that still had his instincts on straight, at that. Girls without shirts on were always interesting spectacles! Thought it was kinda funny how she was getting all mopey sounding over how she thought she wasn't going to get to. Encouraging, after a fashion, that was.
Since that was the plan, and it would rather effectively get rid of the little pests from her person, Emoyan let Imp go. There was no real point in hanging onto the twerp, after all. Or in pissing him off. Pissing off the mandyr would invariably infect Darya's mood, and he was pretty certain he didn't want that to happen. He was, however, not bold or brash enough to remove the apparently offending shirt for her, though. Instead, he took hold of Darya by the waist and tried his hand at stealing a second kiss, while the getting was good.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jul 25, 2010 15:13:24 GMT -5
She supposed it was quite a funny sight; only Darya could manage to get into a situation like this. She was prepared to lay down serious odds that no one else ended up with two salamandyrs playing tag inside their clothes, and when one of them was finally trapped it turned out to be the one who might have been persuaded to come out anyway. Now the remaining salamandyr was trying to make her way down the waistband of her skirt. Great. ‘That, Skink.’ Darya said, moving her hand to in front of Skink’s nose, or at least in front of where she could feel the green trying to vanish under another layer of clothing, ‘is quite far enough thank you.’
Evidently not, Imp thought, trying his best to wriggle free. Fast, not fast. Not fly here, run not so fast. Stupid Skink’s. The bronze grumbled as he struggled, then, for no reason Imp could fathom, Skink’s decided to let him go. Free? Freeee! The bronze exclaimed, pausing to consider his next move, he was beginning to think the shirt wasn’t such a great place to be.
Well Darya was actually hoping for a little more enthusiasm than that, and possibly even a hand getting out of the mandyr infested garment, but it was becoming clear that she was going to have to do all the work herself. In more ways than one.
At least the fact that Emoyan seemed somewhat interested assuaged her bruised ego a little. Being caught by the waist seemed to make her entirely forget her disgruntlement as she leaned up to catch Emoyan’s lips for another kiss. As one hand moved to undo the buttons of her shirt the other abandoned the attempt to keep Skink out of her waistband to wrap around Emoyan’s neck.
FLEE! Imp warned, taking his own advice and dashing up Darya’s back and out of her sleeve to use Emoyan as a launching platform. Soon that shirt was going down, but Imp wasn’t in it anymore. Flee! Flee quickest before falls. he called to Skink as Darya dropped both arms and let the garment drop.
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Post by dragon on Aug 3, 2010 23:43:52 GMT -5
She had indeed taken the shirt off. Apparently all her talk hadn't been just hot air. And that interested him greatly, a grin playing across his face uncontrolled. The sight of her without her shirt intrigued him in more ways than one, too. Because now he wanted all the rest of her clothes to come off, too. It also assuaged him of any fears of getting decked and sent packing for anything he might think about doing. With her, to her, it didn't really matter. He had Darya standing before him without a shirt on.
It would be really hard for anything to draw his attention away from her now. As her shirt slid off her arms, he took a hold of it with one hand, helping her get it off the rest of the way. Once she was free of it, he gave it a good shake. Just for show of course, and that was certainly not where his attention lay. After all, the purpose was to get the mandyrs out of it. But the shirt and the mandyrs were the last things on his mind.
Skink squeaked, and tried to jump free of the shirt. Only, having it shook around her only served to tangle her up in it. When it got dropped, she jumped from it, sticking her wings out and beating them for all she was worth, tail pinwheeling behind her. Unfortunately, Skink's wings were good for naught. She landed on a surface below just in time to have the shirt land on top of her. For a moment, the shirt was still, and then it started scooting across the floor at the behest of the mandyr under it. Skink was doing her best to get out from under it, but instead all she was managing was to drag it around with her. Too heavy! Not fast! Can't 'scape! No fly no good! Too dark! Not see! she announced, straining her little legs on the floor to try and shove out from under the material and dragging it instead. Such a huge load for a smaller-than-a-leaf mandyr!
Emoyan never noticed, too caught up in other matters completely. When she put an arm around his neck, he knew he had nothing to fear; he wasn't going anywhere any time soon! Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her up tight against his chest in a tight embrace before gracing her with another tender kiss. He rather reckoned it was time to help her get rid of the rest of her new costume, as well, fingers working at undoing any other buttons and fasteners they found on her person. Now that the first piece was gone. Or at least ... out of the way. That was the important part, that. Out of the way. He was certainly enjoying the whole getting to touch her thing, and the kisses he was getting away with. But like any other red blooded male that was interested in a woman, there was more he wanted, too.
Was he interested in Darya? Very much so. Even more now that she was shedding her clothes.
And she wasn't even drunk.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 6, 2010 12:20:22 GMT -5
Darya displayed a slight, but undeniably smug smile upon catching Emoyan’s expression. It looked like she did have his interest after all. The shirt was tugged off her arms and shaken, but Darya had no interest in whether or not Skink fell out (She’d noticed Imp finally abandoning the inside of her clothes for safer places to be). She had her mind on other things, and even totally failed to notice the epic journey her shirt was making across the floor.
Imp gave the moving shirt a look. Why was Skink doing that? There were really many things to nest and play in around here, and that wouldn’t be nearly so warm without Darya inside it. Skink lost? I come find. Most stupid Skink’s, Dar too stupid. The bronze scurried across the floor and ran around the offending garment. How was he going to sort this out? The large salamandyr gamely tried grabbing at the shirt and pulling it away from Skink but it was so big. It seemed he’d been backing up forever and the green still hadn’t been revealed. Where Skink? He inquired, making sure the green was still around somewhere.
It was fair to say Darya’s ego was rapidly healing from the minor insult of having to remove her own shirt since she was pressing herself even closer to Emoyan and all but purring. If she’d known this was going to be the response she got she would have just answered the door shirtless and saved time. Shameless? Maybe a little.
‘I don’t really think this is fair.’ Darya half heartedly complained as her skirt went sliding down her legs, assisted by a wriggle of her hips. ‘I don’t think you should be standing around fully clothed at all.’ With that Darya took half a step back, flicked away the skirt with a foot, and suited action to word, her hand coming up to work on Emoyan’s shirt buttons. ‘There.’ She said in satisfaction as she managed to get the last one undone. ‘That’s slightly better. Wear something with less buttons next time you come over.’
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Post by dragon on Aug 6, 2010 13:54:15 GMT -5
Skink got a little alarmed when the shirt started scooting around by itself, to her perception. And shardit, she lost her spot where she'd been trying to wriggle out from under it! Now she had to find a new edge. But then she heard Imp's comments, and could not help but heartily agree. Hers was such a nitwit. Still here. she answered, scrabbling around on the stone floor in search of an edge she could squeeze out past.
Sitting up in the gift basket with a sleep expression on his face, Rascal blinked a few times. For a moment the brown was completely confused as to where he was. The basket was the same, but everything else was different. A look around told him that his pet was still around, though apparently preoccupied with someone else's pet. Putting front feet on the basket edge, Rascal looked down at the floor at the sound of mandyr voices, once of them definitely Skink's. After a moment of watching Imp struggling with the shirt that had a moving lump underneath it, the brown flitter heaved a sigh. His job just never ended. Climbing out of the basket and onto the surface the basket was on, he padded across it to the edge before lifting his wings and gliding down to the floor. A small chirp of warning, and Rascal sat down on his haunches before grabbing the shirt edge and lifting. Stupid mandyrs. Getting themselves into the oddest of predicaments.
Skink shot out past Rascal, and then circled him happily, before hurrying over to where Imp was and sitting down next to him. Her new shiny~~~ Thank much, Imp good, bestest. Getted help did! she praised, rubbing her head on the Bronze's shoulder. Rascal just looked at the two mandyrs, and his wings drooped a bit. Not even so much as a thank you for him?
Emoyan completely ignored his pets, almost completely unaware of them entirely. Though his interest in Darya was certainly making Skink amorous, who was in turn returning the favor to him. But that strange cycle was not something he was terribly aware of. For his attention and imagination were thoroughly captured. He couldn't help but grin at her when she started on his buttons. "I'll remember that." He promised, before shrugging the garment off and allowing it to join hers on the floor. "Anything else you'd like, while you're making orders?" He teased, pulling her near again.
He made short work of shoving his shoes off with the other foot, as he stooped just a bit to pick Darya up off her feet. Stepping over to where her furs were, he vaguely hopped for a split instant that she didn't have an interesting habit of hiding sharp things in her blankets. Resting a knee on the edge, he set her down on them where he kissed her again.
Yep nope nope ... he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
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Kisha-Ra
Rider Mo?rya Rider Darya Rider K?fuzzi Rider J?on Handler Vivano Handler Yoalla
Happier'n a pig in mud ABOUT WHERBABIES!
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 6, 2010 17:20:01 GMT -5
Ah. Good, not lost. And bad, too. If Skink was still under there that meant the offending shirt still needed moving, and it was fairly awkward for even a large salamandyr to drag around. Time for a new plan maybe?
As Imp was considering a new plan, which was going to be to find a seam and tear a big hole in it so Skink could escape from the evil garment, he noticed the brown firelizard sighing and making his way down from the table. The bronze gave a hopeful chirp Rascal belonged to Skink didn’t he? He’d come and help Imp get her out. Oh… Imp looked distinctly crestfallen as the larger firelizard lifted the edge of the material for Skink to escape. Why didn’t he think of doing that?
The bronze’s pride was assuaged by the happy green shooting out from under the shirt and praising him. Imp puffed up slightly, and then deflated. He do. The bronze admitted sheepishly with a look toward Rascal. He big. Pick up. Imp elaborated apologetically, not admitting that he’d never thought of trying to pick the shirt up. Even though he pointed out Rascal as the one who really helped her Imp’s tail still snaked around Skink. She was really a great deal nicer than most green salamandyrs.
Normally Darya would have been fairly amused over Imp getting cuddly with a female salamandyr (no doubt Bit wouldn’t be speaking to the bronze for a while), but right now Imp could probably do anything short of catch fire and Darya wouldn’t notice. ‘As you should.’ She commented as Emoyan’s shirt hit the floor. ‘In fact maybe you shouldn’t bother wearing a shirt.’ She added, snuggling into Emoyan’s bare chest and nipping playfully at the exposed collarbones. ‘This is fine.’
‘Oh you want more orders?’ Darya questioned with a rather wicked little smile, not resisting in the slightest to being picked off her feet. ‘Don’t worry I’ll think of something…’ It took a little effort to make sure her descent to the furs didn’t end up with squashing Irony, although if she’d been sure he wouldn’t land on his head Darya would have discreetly kicked the chicken and his blankets to the floor at that moment. It was only the fact that she’d lose her unspecified bet that saved the chick from being kicked off regardless as Emoyan’s lips met hers again.
‘I’m going to have to do something seriously unromantic and evict a chicken from the end of the bed before he ends up squashed.’ Darya chuckled softly at how very out of place that statement sounded in this situation, but moved the disgruntled bird and his blanket to the floor and pushed him under the bed to keep him reasonably safe. Blushing slightly Darya returned her full attention to Emoyan. ‘Now if that hasn’t put you off this whole idea…’ she didn’t find it necessary to finish that sentence, which was good because apparently unfastening someone else’s pants required more concentration than when you were wearing them. She was pretty sure she’d know soon enough if Emoyan was losing interest. ‘Don’t bother with trousers next time you come here either.’ She eventually snapped, losing patience with the fastenings.
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