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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 21, 2010 16:45:05 GMT -5
Last night was...interesting. Odd,but allot of fun. Freja had entered the torture chamber assuming this would just be another round-about torture session yet some how left the place with her virginity stolen and a note left in place.
Freja decided she needed to take her mind off of the confusion of the past few nights. The unsuccessful sleep-over, Jennifer, the red-headed assassin it was all so...confusing. So Freja had discovered through a series of connections where Dusty lived and wrote her a letter to meet her up near the stables.
While the smell of horse-dung was nearly unbearable Freja continued to keep her smile on as she waited patiently for the detective near the horses, hoping that the bird the "hill-billy" had took the other day was doing fine and well.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 21, 2010 17:06:53 GMT -5
It would seem that the previous night was a particularly eventful one. Whereas Freja had been busy in her torture chambers, Dusty had been running around Night's Doorstep. A night of murder and foot chases. All over the Doorstep and into Rosae Crucis.
So, when she finally returned to her little apartment, where she could finally sleep and maybe grab a stiff drink from the bar below. Unfortunately this was just not in the cards for Dusty Dawson.
A note had been left. A note that bore a royal seal. And in it was a request. A request from a kooky blonde who wanted her bird back.
With a sigh, she fetched the bird and question and saddled up Watson. Her faithful gray horse trotted along and carried her out to the palace. From there, she traversed the large estate until she was able to find the stables to meet up with Freja.
And what an estate it was. She had gathered that the royal family of Terre de Conte had nice place. But, still...it was something else. As she got near the stable, she dismounted and walked with hand holding Watson's reins and the other the modest little cage that housed the bird.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 21, 2010 17:12:43 GMT -5
Freja began to become nervous. It had been a few minutes and still no detective in sight, though relief washed over when she saw someone in a familiar cow-boy hat ride up on a gray horse, which interestingly enough,smelled better then the Royal Family's own horses.
"You made it!"Freja said cheerfully. She walked over to the bird and grabbed for the cage like a young child at a petting zoo,"If you hadn't came I would've had to meet you personally,you know?" Freja said poking her finger into the cage and playing with the bird.
"So how has he been lately?"Freja asked leading Dusty over the side of the stables,not that their meeting spot was bad, just that it was quit hot outside and she wanted to be in a place with a bit more shade to it.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 21, 2010 17:21:47 GMT -5
Freja appeared to be in her usual frame of mind. The bird chirped inside the cage as an invading finger decided play around within his boundaries. Dusty found a spot to hitch up Watson, who stood and took little interest in his surroundings.
"Lil' guy is doin' pretty good!" Dusty said, managing a cheerful grin. Despite being tired, she was still happy to discuss the bird's recovery efforts.
"Wings still gotta be taped up, but he's been eatin' an' drinkin'." she followed Freja into the shade. Heat had never been much of a problem for Dusty. Although things were a touch more humid than she was used to. So, some refuge was always welcome.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 21, 2010 19:35:16 GMT -5
Freja removed her finger from the cage, she had learned her lesson yesterday night. When you played with broken birds too much they had a tendency to play back. Freja smiled,"I'm glad to hear that he's doing well."
She looked up and smirked at Dusty for a moment,"Tell me Dusty,do you like--"Freja stopped herself from saying her signature line for the moment. After her odd adventure recently she decided it was probably best to refrain from any torturing for the moment.
"Nevermind,"Freja shrugged,"I'm glad you could show up."
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 21, 2010 19:48:44 GMT -5
That odd vibe just continued to hang around Freja. Even though she stopped herself, Dusty got the distinct feeling that whatever she was going to say, it wasn't going to be good. But, stopped herself. With a mental shrug, she returned to her attention to the bird.
"Well, it was a long night..." she smirked, "Lucky 'nough, ya got me 'fore I dozed off for the day. Anyhow, it was good to get 'im out! So, how you been?"
Small talk seemed like a good idea. If she was going to share responsibility for raising a little bird, then she might as well get to know her......
What would she call Freja? Dusty looked up towards the sky and tapped her chin. Fellow Caretaker? Dusty wound up shrugging her shoulders.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 21, 2010 21:43:29 GMT -5
Freja began to feel a bit awkward around the girl. She had no idea what to say, never good with people she didn't know much unless she was breaking something or they were in her torture chamber,so she was a bit taken off by Dusty's question.
Her eyes grew wide and her face red,but she smiled remained on Freja's face through the conversation,"To be honest, I'm not doing too well,"Freja admitted her smile becoming sad. "But I'm glad the bird is...someone needs too."
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 21, 2010 21:58:34 GMT -5
It was an odd look on the other woman. One, Dusty was sure that only a few people had ever seen. She looked from Freja to the bird, feeling a little more confident in it's safe keeping.
"Ah, things'll turn around." she said.
Freja was a hard woman to figure out. The last time they had met, she got a rather uneasy feeling around her. This time, she seemed different. Although she just couldn't put her finger on why.
"Anyhow, what've ya thought for a name?"
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 21, 2010 22:01:40 GMT -5
"A name."Freja repeated, in truth she hadn't thought of a name. What was the first thing that came to her mind?What was the first thing that always came to her mind?
"Anactoria~ It's name is Anactoria~"Freja said triumphantly holding the bird cage in the air.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 21, 2010 22:12:29 GMT -5
Well, there was always that. That strange obsession that Freja had with her cousin, the princess. Not that it mattered, she supposed. The bird now had a name and it seemed to brighten the odd woman's day. In the end, that seemed be a bit of a plus.
"Sounds good ta me!" she grinned, "So, like the doc said, just keep 'im hydrated. So far, the recovery's been comin' right along!"
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 21, 2010 22:19:31 GMT -5
"Thanks!"Freja grinned, putting the cage back down and holding it next to her breast."Oh,and Dusty.."Freja smiled, getting the detective's name right in a while, she walked up to the girl in the cowboy-hat,"Remember to come back , the bird is partially your responsibility,you know. See ya~"Freja waved and ran off with the bird in her arms,planning to do God-knows-what to it.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 21, 2010 22:25:20 GMT -5
"You bet!" Dusty grinned and gave a tip of her hat to the departing noble. She went back to Watson, who had remained rather stoic and disinterested in the business involving the bird. Patting the gray horse on the side of the neck, she decided to take a load off and sat in the shade. It had been a long few hours and Dusty felt entitled to a breather.
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