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Stargazer
The technician at the doorway had been replaced by a guard; tall, cold-eyed, unfriendly. “You shall not pass by here,” he instructed, darkly.
“What?” Ral quirked an ear, uncertainly. “Now now, I’m sure there’s some mistake – I have your Dominae’s permission-”
“Permission has been revoked,” the officer replied, evenly. “This department is off-limits.”
“Now look here-” Ral drew himself to his full height, angrily.
“Either you learn a civil tongue, Kirasau,” the guard cut in, coldly. “Or you will be removed from our space.”
Jiirai smiled, evenly. “Yes, the guard was doing as I asked him. Your permissions have been revoked.”
“Why?” Ral ground his teeth, and had to struggle to keep his fists to himself. “After all I’ve done for you wretched birds-”
The Dominae clucked a laugh. “You aren’t so special, furbearer. You have provided us with useful technology, for which we have paid you handsomely, but your usefulness will only stretch so far if you persist in causing trouble.”
“Trouble?” Ral perked an ear forwards. “I’m sure I don’t know what you me-”
“The research team has requested that I keep you away from the Synthoid female,” Jiirai interrupted, darkly. “Since you appear to be causing her distress.”
“Oh come off it – a machine…!” Ral laughed, nervously. “You can’t seriously… no, this is a joke.”
She looked oddly scruffy, her thin fur still grubby from working down in the engine room, and strangely smaller than usual. She sat on the elevated table, almost nude, arms hugged to her chest, ears flat, watching disinterestedly as the technicians ran correlations of schema and monitored her cerebral signals.
“How is she?” Jiirai asked the technician closest to him, quietly.
“Better, sir,” the pale cob replied, absently, with a polite nod of his head. “She seems calmer, at very least.”
“Do you have sufficient information to be processing for now?”
“Eh, well, for now, sir, yes. Why?”
He offered his hand to her, and for a long few heartbeats she merely stared at it. “Come along, pet,” he coaxed. “You are dirty and unclothed, and that is unacceptable-”
She pulled back away from him, fear flickering in her eyes. “…don’t lock me away again, please don’t…” she managed, faintly. “…i’ve been good…”
“Who ever mentioned that?” he kept his hand out to her. “You should be clean, at very least.”
Still she merely gazed at the outstretched hand, not daring to accept his offer. “…mustn’t…”
The collar at her throat was gold, not steel, and her clothes were expensive and well-made, but that didn’t hide her situation; she was still a captive, still an expensive pet, still expected to do as she was told, to sit quiet and only speak if spoken to.
Ral flashed a look at his colleague, and demonstrated his teeth. “We will get her back,” he assured, hatefully. “If we have to kill half those goddamn budgies in the process.”
Some notes. Easier than forum, people don't see them on there. *grumblegrumble*
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Stargazer
The technician at the doorway had been replaced by a guard; tall, cold-eyed, unfriendly. “You shall not pass by here,” he instructed, darkly.
“What?” Ral quirked an ear, uncertainly. “Now now, I’m sure there’s some mistake – I have your Dominae’s permission-”
“Permission has been revoked,” the officer replied, evenly. “This department is off-limits.”
“Now look here-” Ral drew himself to his full height, angrily.
“Either you learn a civil tongue, Kirasau,” the guard cut in, coldly. “Or you will be removed from our space.”
Jiirai smiled, evenly. “Yes, the guard was doing as I asked him. Your permissions have been revoked.”
“Why?” Ral ground his teeth, and had to struggle to keep his fists to himself. “After all I’ve done for you wretched birds-”
The Dominae clucked a laugh. “You aren’t so special, furbearer. You have provided us with useful technology, for which we have paid you handsomely, but your usefulness will only stretch so far if you persist in causing trouble.”
“Trouble?” Ral perked an ear forwards. “I’m sure I don’t know what you me-”
“The research team has requested that I keep you away from the Synthoid female,” Jiirai interrupted, darkly. “Since you appear to be causing her distress.”
“Oh come off it – a machine…!” Ral laughed, nervously. “You can’t seriously… no, this is a joke.”
She looked oddly scruffy, her thin fur still grubby from working down in the engine room, and strangely smaller than usual. She sat on the elevated table, almost nude, arms hugged to her chest, ears flat, watching disinterestedly as the technicians ran correlations of schema and monitored her cerebral signals.
“How is she?” Jiirai asked the technician closest to him, quietly.
“Better, sir,” the pale cob replied, absently, with a polite nod of his head. “She seems calmer, at very least.”
“Do you have sufficient information to be processing for now?”
“Eh, well, for now, sir, yes. Why?”
He offered his hand to her, and for a long few heartbeats she merely stared at it. “Come along, pet,” he coaxed. “You are dirty and unclothed, and that is unacceptable-”
She pulled back away from him, fear flickering in her eyes. “…don’t lock me away again, please don’t…” she managed, faintly. “…i’ve been good…”
“Who ever mentioned that?” he kept his hand out to her. “You should be clean, at very least.”
Still she merely gazed at the outstretched hand, not daring to accept his offer. “…mustn’t…”
The collar at her throat was gold, not steel, and her clothes were expensive and well-made, but that didn’t hide her situation; she was still a captive, still an expensive pet, still expected to do as she was told, to sit quiet and only speak if spoken to.
Ral flashed a look at his colleague, and demonstrated his teeth. “We will get her back,” he assured, hatefully. “If we have to kill half those goddamn budgies in the process.”
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Date: 11 Jan 2006 06:16 am (UTC)Doesn't matter to me - It's your journal, your forum, I'll read them wherever they're kept. Don't rearrange them on my account.
*runs for cover, just in case*
As for this bit itself, I'm trying to decide what side of Ral we're seeing here, or rather his motivation - is it him being possessive, vindictive, or (gasp, as you might say) actual feelings for Ivy?
Okay, scratch the later. Curious as to what the next bit is...
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Date: 11 Jan 2006 11:00 am (UTC)- nah, just me bitching about the fact nobody ever seems to read anything I write, especially when it's on a forum they have to sign up (for free...! :( ) to view. :P
And Ral is just being posessively vindictive. ;)